(Poem 304 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
If you ever see a swing
gently swaying
and no one appears
to be on it, know that
monsters cloak
themselves in darkness
that cannot reach
our eyes so they can
play without scaring us.
@Home Studio – 304th poem of the year
Runner ups for the Monster Swing photos to accompany my poem:
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