the shadows flit and morph and change,
skulking amongst them, all manner of strange.
the darkness hides the devil within,
as well as the wicked, twisted grin,
of insects, arachnids, beautiful birds,
on water and land, and beasts without words.
in the dark night, amongst the bright stars,
owls swoop low to caress the grass.
bats are hunting in silent formation,
searching for taste in the insect's temptation.
beneath humans' feet, an army does crawl,
hundreds are gathering, though they be small.
keep your voice low and stay out of sight
for these are the creatures of the night.
YOU ARE READING
Fly Me To The Moon
PuisiA collection of poems that don't fit into my other book. Less depressing than my other one, I guess, but dark in some ways.
