Vampire Poem by Anisa Tara

There's a vampire in my garden
He tends to his bitter fruits
Spreading his wings over weeds
He glides through swollen roots

There's a vampire in my garden
My dogs sit and watch him work
Toiling the hard soil with nails
Till the phantom is one with the dirt

There's a vampire in my garden
He lays at night watching the moon
In fullness and splendor she calls
He regrets leaving her so soon

There's a vampire in my garden
I haven't said my hello's yet
When I muster enough courage
I'll tell him he is doing his best