Furries

What wing-ed furries besiege the night,
Howling thru the bony fingered branches of winter limbs?
So dense that they darken the dusk,
To enfold you in their ebony embrace.
Shrieking evil joy for caressing your demons forth!
Red eyed beauties on wing-ed flight,
Over the city's slumbered serenity,
To wreak havoc and steal they innocent.