Monsters

when all the daylight

leaves the sky

you and I

walk darkness by

our fingers touch

dry as bone

just two monsters

moonlight stroll

then something flies past

in the air

something tangles

in my hair

I lose an ear

and you a toe

maybe just a hungry crow

but no

a witch

and just her notion

steals our parts

to make a potion

(c) Jan Darrow 2021 / photo: Pixabay