the full moon is nigh; and my stories
sway toward the spooky.
like the one about the nixie
who could live in only a puddle.
legend has it (and this one gets gory)
she’d pray on the drunk, drugged, and kooky
or get candy, cotton and stix of pixie
to lure little children…
anyone she could get to cuddle.
see, for her to get her fix, this nixie
needs a creature small and weak,
a little someone she can nibble while they sleep.