Mothman

Dusty man of mystery

With the ponderous proboscis

Wondering where your bridge has gone?

Mothman probably lost it

Gay garuda of the highway side

With messages of ill portent

Make sure to keep the zipper up

Or you’ll find him in your tent

Fleeting figure of the fragile mind

With luminous and glowing eyes

In every circle of the bedroom lamp

He mentions your demise

Flappy chap in feathered cap

With a look that’s rather fly

Six legged lad of omens bad

He lets you know it’s time to die