Laughing with Monsters

Her teeth were bared, lips bloodred, sneering and eased

His horns arched like a great oryx, black and shiny

They howled with laughter, unfurling feathered wings

And I sat with them as I threw my head back, cackling

Sometimes she runs, swift as an arrow, tail lashing

Sometimes he seems to glide without a sound, smiling

They seem so pecuilar, strange, and absoutely terrfying

And yet I dance in the meadows by their sides, giggling

Her eyes glow brillant white, yet I see a twinkle in them

His mouth holds teeth like daggers, wicked and hooked

They have hands pointed like claws, so inhuman and strange

And yet here I am, holding on, eyes closed in trust and peace

For even though anyone else would see monster and beasts

I can't help but realize how kind they are, these creatures

No matter how odd, have hearts and souls akin to mine

And so I shall enjoy their prescence, and share a laugh

Me and my monsters, existing, playing, and giggling