Tales

Thuds in the thistles,

leaves bend without a wind,

shades holds the breath of monsters,

steps follow their footprints.

 

Heart pounding so hard on the stones,

can’t cease the blurs

from the corner of the eye.

 

Pocket holds a lollipop,

will it be a sword

to keep that beast away?

 

Maybe feet of wishes

can outrun it’s teeth,

sure wish big brother

hadn’t run so fast ahead

because he’d be more tasty

like all boys would be.

 

Glimpse of tent at campsite

only thing that fights the tears,

plus a chance to tell mom

how a sibling’s tales

of man eating creatures

made the trees so scary,

a little hot chocolate

while seeing him yelled at

will be the best story of them all.