Monster
The frogs croaked and it was dawn,
there were so many that they formed a carpet.
Grass full of them noisy...
The satanic moon fading and emptying the world...
The silence announcing your arrival...
Soon the lake mirror reproduced
the dizzy flight of dragonflies
but did not reflect him,
that dared across the field
kicking locusts,
crushing beetles and ants,
limping horrible to the hut
where he stole my kiss and blood,
sneaking back into the woods.
Now I look, terrified, for the dog.
That unnecessary bum...
Always running mad,
scaring birds, skunks and rats,
seeming to mock my terrible thirst,
the fleecy neck veins pulsing
with what I now need to live
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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