creative writing – Page 13

Monsters

I see monsters in the park, impatiently cursing the sun missing the dark.

I see paws digging beneath a stone.

Tail wagging so happy to find his old bone.

While his owner impatiently waits to make the drive back home.

The ripples in my glass of water were my proof,

There are little creatures that I can not see…

There are small things, smaller than me!

But here I stand on my kitchen floor

so much bigger yet feeling so small.