A month of scary poems

Hey, this is October -- the month of Halloween, witches, vampires, ghosts and goblins, monsters, and all things creepy and spooky that wake you up in the middle of the night.

In honor of the month, I shall endeavor to present you with a spooky, scary, creepy poem each and every Tuesday and Thursday. So let's get after it with a poem I wrote back in July, but will be a perfect way to start off "Scary Poetry Month."

It's called:

El Chupacabra, The Goat Sucker

A Sonnet by Tracy Farr

Down in Texas there lives an ugly beast
With no hair but fangs as sharp as knife points.
He stalks the back woods for his nightly feasts
Of goat blood and gnawed animal leg joints.
It hunts its prey by the light of the moon,
Keeping to shadows from hedges and barns.
Its spine-chilling howl can make old men swoon,
Like man-eating wolves did in ancient yarns.
Very few have glimpsed the beast on its hunt,
And those who have pray to never again.
For its eyes glow red as the blood it sucks,
Its eyes shake the knees of the bravest men.
Down in Texas where Chupacabra roams,
The locals lock doors, and stay in their homes.

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