Monsters
He was a man that knew the word ‘monster’ well
though he never quite spelt it out.
My dad told me that he had seen stuff.
He had a Meerschaum pipe, you know
like Sherlock Holmes,
and he knocked it out
on a battle scarred wooden table.
As an inquisitive child, I had to ask.
“What’s a monster Mr.?”
(in my young mind
monsters were kind of furry and cute,
they had googly shaped bodies
like the cartoon ones we see now.)
He sighed and thought a while,
then said:
“See that little sparrow pecking at crumbs
on yonder windowsill lad? I nodded.
"That creature is a monster to a worm."
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