Sea Monsters

A piece of driftwood.

A piece of driftwood.

I walked the crystal shores in search of nothing,
And came upon a ruin, quite a monstrosity.

There it was on the sands, still and so quiet;
sleeping, waiting, like some sort of mousetrap.

Shaking, I wondered at its oddly shaped form;
Legs (or arms?) sprawled on the shores.

I dared not move, it looked so peaceful;
I knew in my heart it longed for a mouth full.

The seconds dragged on and turned into minutes;
The beast only moved with the waves and current.

A stirring, a rustling, a sudden jerking motion;
My heart was in my throat, my mind in convulsions.

The beast was alive! I knew I must escape.
My exit was blocked by many long snakes!

Oh what a fool I was for not looking up!
Pay attention to your surroundings, lighten up!

I, the Optimist, in my unusual and insane way,
Laughed at myself as though I weren’t afraid.

The beast heard the laugh, and sought to find me;
But I, like the wind, avoided my enemy.

Heed my warning whenever you are walking:
Avoid the monsters of maleficent murmuring.

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