Meskeachers

Meskeachers come walking on all fours,
from their mouth saliva pours,
searching around the town for victims to feed,
wanting to drink their blood with always a need,
pouncing on a cat biting into its skin,
draining the life and blood from within,
the scream is heard as the boy looks outside,
seeing the shadowed figures he runs to hide,
shivering under his bed as the glass outside it tapped,
feeling the wind rush in as now he is trapped,
the meskeachers look around sniffing the air,
knowing someone is here that they can share,
the red glowing eyes peer under the bed,
as the boy holds with arms wrapped around his head,
the breath of the meskeacher blows on his face,
knowing he is close to death in his safe place,
screams are heard with splashes of fluid on the floor,
then more sounds of crashing heard out the door,
the boy then opens his eyes to the darkness of the night,
as the father enters the room after the defending fight,
reaching in he sees his son scared out of his mind,
the father grabs his hand and will never leave him behind.