She prowled the streets at night

Moonlight bounced off her black Mercedes SLR

She had a selective appetite

Her hunger for different taste of gourmet

She grinned sighting her next meal

Pulling slowly up to the curb

Her meal strolled up to the car

Reflection from the moon temporarily

Blinded it

The door Rotated vertically on the

Passenger’s side

She gave her feast a delectable look

The trap set it entered

Driving away, she glanced to the right

Taking in the sight from the corner of her eyes

Slowly licked her lips, delicious she

Thought to herself

What a feast she was going to have

Hours later, she tired of her meal

Gathered it up and took it

To the dump

Now for dessert she thought

Driving off in her black Mercedes SLR