In your dreams
mushrooming fairies and elves
cavort in misty green plots.
that naughty toys wait until midnight
to stretch and play
free from children’s hands.
in funambule without net.
treacherous creatures lurk in the dark.
I am a werewolf restrained
until the full-moon
releases the shackles,
bitter salt rises in blood with the king tide
and the throats of lambs will be slashed.
Walter Mitty is harmless.
Note: a repost of a poem I wrote ages ago 😉