Monsters Just Ahead Poem by Dorsey Baker

Big monsters come trampling
Down the rainy street
Crushing victims
Under its big
Flat feet

Heavy wind blows hard
It's back rub against the mountain
Strong at top and bottom
Dark clouds breast
A misty sky like a proud flag waving
Where weakness comes under
A sudden attack

The moon winks
One of its eyes looks
Deep from a distance
Awful watching
The bloody battle begin

Standing on its last leg
Which denies itself a crutch
While turning itself
Into another demon
That now has a big appetite
And is fully ready to eat!