The Beckoning Night Sky Poem by Ima Ryma

The night sky invigorates me
Every time I see it cuz
I know there is a feast to be,
Just like last night for me there was.
As I lie here while day goes by,
I count the hours one by one,
As the bright sun does cross the sky,
Knowing soon I will have my fun,
To fly through night sky habitat,
Invigoration to inspire
The search for prey in form of bat,
Search for fresh blood by this vampire.

When night sky shows the sun has set,
Out of my coffin I can get.