A New Home

Daddy found a new home for me today
It’s quite quaint, with a small doorway
Oh my very own place to stay;
I hope people notice how I slay!

A new family just moved in
They all had quite a grin
I wonder where have they been
And if these are the next of kin?

They went to break their fast
But while eating, the son was being harrassed.
Their father was quite lambaste
While their mother deemed them an outcast.

I watched the son turn off the lights
And I decided to give them some bites
I went in and out of all their sights
And I feasted on their monocytes

The son woke up all alone
To the sounds of a horrific moan
He found his parents had atone
And I knew that my cover was blown

There they came all dressed in yellow
They were not here to mellow
As the one in front began to bellow
And soon my home was in a flame like a marshmallow

Locked away I went and about
But I’ll soon return to breakout
And maybe I will find you to stakeout
And make my move when I choke you out

Poetry, by Marcos Hendler.

Marcos Hendler is a senior majoring in Chemistry (with honors) and in Classical Civilizations. He loves reading about spooky tales, folk lore, and mythology. He loves his cryptids.