They come in all shapes and sizes
Petrifying, terrifying, frightening creatures
Yet I don’t see a problem
When having the chance to eat it
The ruffle of feathers
And head moves while walking
And the beak, oh the beak
A weapon of mass destruction
The dark yellow eyes
Staring right into my soul
And if I wish for those eyes to disappear
Even being headless makes this zombie more horrific
They look so innocent when young
Pure of heart if you believe
But once an adult
A brute will start to form
I’d rather get a bad haircut
I would even eat rancid food
I’d rather be left in the dark alone
Than be in the presence of that creature
I’d listen to nails on a chalkboard
I’d even stand on top of a huge skyscraper
I would even let snakes slither on top of me
Than hear the cluck cluck cluck of that beast
You could say I can just kick it
Size difference and all
And even if it could hurt me
Why stoop to this monsters level and attack
Call me scared
For thinking this thing is a monster
But in my mind all what I can see
Is a little me petrified of that cruel life form
My first memory of this creature
Seemed simple and pleasant
Yet out of the blue
I still remember those haunting moments
I will still hide for now
To avoid this brutality
And maybe someday I will change my views
But for now I’ll keep my distance
And save myself from that monstrosity
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