Rooftop Poem by Rachel Brewer

I stood on the rooftop,
Of the old abandoned café.
One leg perched up on the side.

I stood on the rooftop,
And looked down at the people,
Of a town I once called home.

I stood on the rooftop,
Scanning every corner of the square,
Looking for the perfect target.

I stood on the rooftop,
My black coat blowing in the night breeze,
And my eyes glowing with hunger.

I stood on the rooftop,
Looking down at victims below,
Picking very carefully.

I stood on the rooftop,
Hair flowing down my face,
Thinking of who to eat.

I stood on the rooftop,
And licked my hungry lips,
Trying to contain my craving.

I stood on the rooftop,
Of that old abandoned café,
Wondering who to pick off.

I stood on the rooftop,
Until I had made up my mind.
Now, I no longer linger.

I jump off.
And feed.
That hunger.