Spotlights and Shadows
  
II. Mister Mirrorless



He peers into the mirror, yet he never seems to see
The image peering back at him – as batty as can be.
He gels his hair, exuding flair, he floats into the night.
With hunger clawing at his bones – he’s ready for a bite.
 
To sate his snarling appetite – to gag the growl within –
He glides beneath the lunar light – his palate set for sin.
He sniffs a whiff of horror in the torrid twilight air –
Aioli sauce? He changes course to dine where devils dare.
 
He nuzzles and he nibbles. He guzzles and he licks.
The flesh of fragrant dishes is his sanguinary fix.
He pecks and sucks, adjusts his tux, then darts before the dawn.
Shadowless he hovers home across the dew-kissed lawn.
 
He peers into the mirror, yet he never seems to see
The image peering back at him – as batty as can be.
 
Susan J. Bryant
 
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