Under The Steps

 

 

Something strangely common

Under the steps
It’s crawling
Slowly it’s emerging
Strangely unnerving
Black claws scratching
Red eyes glowing
Slowly enveloping the night
Dreams I've seen foreshadowing
Your chaotic existence
Is simply the finest
Big ears they hear me
Jump legs they feel me
Slowly it sees me
Crawling out from underneath the steps.


By Amanda M. Burns 6/22/05

 

Written for my niece and nephews

© Amanda Saylor nee Burns. All rights reserved