cursed, wretched
diseased, bleeding
misunderstood

rising at dusk
to feed on the night
not the lust
no preying on the innocent
nor the broken

returning at dusk
before the dawn’s light
burns your delicate wings
you fragile being

sleep well little wing
sleep well night being

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2021 April PAD Challenge: Write a poem every day of April.
Day 19: For today’s prompt, write an animal title poem