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.