When hunger strikes

Whispers, hums, haunted slums;
Ghostly figures leaving a trail of crumbs
Of bones and blood and hair and nails
And little snails to be swallowed down later.
Desert comes first, always the children,
The young and the weak
Are the ones they'll seek.
After comes a meal; Proper and satisfying.
Humans, animals, anything to sink teeth into;
There is no limit when it comes to something to chew
Whether it be a kangaroo or even a canoe
Because when stomachs are growling
The creatures turn vicious,
The sky turn to darkness,
Eyes search desperately for something delicious,
And, hungrily, tongues hang down from mouths
Until something is spotted and hastily consumed
Then lips are splattered with red and drool.
Those silly things can be so cruel!