Killing Dracula

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Killing Dracula

The blood sucking monster
dug his teeth deep.
Sucked the blood wine,
when I was fast asleep.
Satisfied with the taste,
intoxicated he settled down-
Licked his stained lips,
when I woke up with a frown.
He had no black cape,
but had wings instead.
The Dreaded Dracula flew
right over my head.
He mocked me with a smile,
while I muttered under my breath.
Swiftly I clapped my hands
and he was smashed to death.
Call me a murderer,
but it was self defense.
Yes, I killed the mosquito
And that’s not a punishable offense!

© Taruchaya

Don’t Stop #writer’s digest #aprpad Day 30 #prompt stop/don’t stop poem

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Photo © Taruchaya

Don’t Stop

Where the world seems to end,
there is always a new beginning.
The sun has to descend
every efficacious evening.
The earth doesn’t halt –
it revolves around the sun.
Its not the stars’ fault,
if a few fall from sky…undone.
The plants take time to grow
but once they do, flowers bloom.
Trees bearing fruits bow low…
butterflies dispel all gloom.
The waves caress the shore.
The ocean hides oysters within.
Nature has treasures in store.
Don’t stop…let life begin.

© Taruchaya