In British folklore, the Beast of Bodmin Moor is a phantom feral cat. Bodmin Moor (Cornwall, England) is a hub of horror, with regular sightings and reports of savagely slain livestock. I’ve sensed the sickening lick of fear __At eyes that flicker on the fringe Of felid fierceness—Luna’s leer __Has made me cringe. I’ve seen mad moons ignite the gore That stains the name of Bodmin Moor. I’ve smelt the beast. I’ve felt it prowl. __I’ve tasted terror’s ferric zing. Death haunts the heath with stealth of owl __Upon the wing. An ebon brute of fiendish claw Skulks cloaked in mist on Bodmin Moor. Its silvered whiskers brush the edge __Of restless dreams in fright’s abyss. This bristling killer taints the pledge __Of daybreak’s kiss. The grisly spoils of cryptid lore Are spread in red on Bodmin Moor. The banshee wail of gust and gale, __The zig-zag flash of Thor’s disdain, The boom of doom and pelt of hail __Reflect the pain Of shrieking souls slain by the score. Hell gnaws their bones on Bodmin Moor. The tourists come. The tourists go. __They frolic in the fantasy. They’ll never know my throes of woe: __The agony Of Hades blight—how I abhor Residing here on Bodmin Moor. I loathe my life of cat-and-mouse. __I dread the devil’s feral song. I’ve packed my things and sold my house— __I’m moving on. No more monsters. No more shock. I’ll nestle by a Scottish loch. Susan Jarvis Bryant is a church secretary and poet whose homeland is Kent, England. She is now an American citizen living on the coastal plains of Texas. Susan has poetry published in the UK webzine, Lighten Up On Line, The Daily Mail, and Openings (anthologies of poems by Open University Poets).