'Tis 3am this 'ebon' nite-
a curse befalls the creature's plight!-
He rises, for a prey to search-
to quench a hunger, and a thirst

His nostr'ls, a scent they find-
the prey is near-to sate his mind
The need grows stronger, his teeth to put-
to a cup of coffee, and a warm donut!

That's it,  I'm going to bed now!

copyright: richard riddle June 02, 2015