I see the moonlight shine through my window

As the hackles on my neck start to rise:

The hunt tonight is about to begin

It’s time for a little midnight surprise.

While I creep slowly down the stairs

My teeth grin in sliver sharp rows

Because I can smell my prey just ahead

With my keen lupine nose.

The hairs on my back prickle

And my fingers curl into claws.

It’s so close! I can taste it on my slavering tongue

This is the closest I’ve ever felt to being god!

In ecstasy I pounce on my quarry

And devour the sweet, soft flesh whole.

The delightful redness fills my mouth

With a lusty taste that consumes my dark soul.

Oh poor hapless mochis,

You never stood a chance.

You're just another victim

Of the inexplicablemidnight munchies.