Derived From Shadows - The Demon in The Attic
I see water dripping from my roof
I pack my bag with snacks and tools
To help me find my proof
I climb sneakily on a stool
Ascending upwards to the room
Sweat flowing down my cheeks
As I contemplate my doom
I see stacked boxes in a wall
That could be hiding the beast
My mouth curves in appall
As I imagine myself as his feast
I jump to reach my goal
To see a large shadow
And in hand my vicious ski pole
I run at my foe
To see him turn with a spade
I realized he only wanted to make a garden
He wore a sweater that was crocheted
I slowly considered a pardon
Realizing he only wanted a garden
Wow! What an absolutely amazing cutout and poem!
ReplyDeleteI am appalled at my ignorance of that word used in such a strange way! Love the demon-gardener!
ReplyDeleteLove this!
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