Poem II.

I made this poem today, after reading first page of Frank Perreti's thriller "Monster"

Scraping branches

snapping twigs,

right now I wish

I had wings.

Motionless thicket

translucent haze

Oh, what a wicked

took me on this place ?

I am not hunter

I'm just a student

in back I have monster

as my hard burden

I know, in fact, it was

my personal choice

I wanted to listen to

Perreti's voice.

Sitting at home now

scared, a bit shocked

and what I wanted

I really have got.