Here is today's freebie poem, courtesy of a photo prompt from moosl. This one is science fiction horror. For some reason, today seems to run toward odd variations of horror as a genre/tone.
No one can prove how it happened,
but it happened downstream from the genetics lab,
so people have their suspicions.
The scientists said that there had always been
green frogs in the area, and vampire bats,
but on the subject of how the two might have gotten together,
they remained stubbornly silent.
They're real, though, those vampire frogs
with their jade wings and ivory fangs.
Their long lamprey tongues shoot out
to capture their hapless prey.
You can hear them at night, a peeping chorus
that maps the hidden world into their waiting ears.
You won't see them in the swampy darkness,
only feel the cool touch of their suckered toes
as they cling to your skin
and suck you into your second life.