The Jersey Devil
Mother Leeds thirteenth child
My mother cursed me in the womb.
I her thirteenth child.
I flew up the chimney into the gloom,
ever since, I’ve run wild.
I have red glowing eyes,
in a goat-like head grand.
With leathery wings I fly,
and I use small claw like hands.
People look up, and there I am.
I have a blood curdling scream.
I am one of the damned.
I am a truly evil thing.
Come into my realm
and I will watch you.
I have no qualms,
over the things I do.
I am nature’s avenger.
Do not earn my wrath.
For you could be in danger,
if you cross my path.
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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