MONSTERS
Warm and sleek, handsome and cruel,
monsters, creeping out of the corners in twilight.
Their fur glistens like ancient velvet,
like porcelain is the white of their eyes.
They shine like poisonous beads,
their claws and scales, nails and fangs.
They slouch and stagger, writhe and crawl
exorbitant and dangerous, monsters of the dark.
They leave their lair in the room
where they slept unnoticed through the day.
They slowly separate from the objects
with obscure movements, thick shadows merging.
They darken the mirrors, creep over the books
grow ominously from the figures on the carpet.
They are all around, horrible and enchanting,
even the child stretches its arms towards them.