Poetry By Eclipse (Poetry Book One)

♦️6.) Poison♦️

In the lush green land of wonder,
creepy things lurk yonder,
before making a move, they ponder.
Planning every step, keenly, growing fonder and fonder.

So much sap green, everywhere you look there's lime.
They all hunt in teams, then pounce on their prey when it's time.
Some of their minds are wise, sublime,
others are evil, senseless, commit crime.

But they're nothing compared to the ones dotted in scarlet.
Look out for the ones highlighted in red, growing from trees like the American Bartlett.
They look just like stones; like garnet.
They'll give you a free collection of tickets; a carnet.

It'll take you to Hazy land,
Where you'll feel lazy, banned
from ever returning, stranded on sand,
In the middle of nowhere land,
none of it planned,
It's volume and mass oh so grand.

So keep your distance.
Stay away. Red tree frogs are poison,
take the one on your left for instance,
or keep your eyes on the horizon.

Don't dare touch them.
Because they bite.
They'll make you lose your sight.
You'll hallucinate unicorns in Bethlehem.

Red means danger,
in nature,
so be mature,
because you're no stranger,
if they hurt you, run like a ranger,
find help, heal, then endanger
them.

Poison hurts.
Poison kills.
Poison lurks
in your veins 'till you're prescribed pills.
Poison irks.
Poison mills.
Poison's dirt.
Poison's skills.