Monday, August 29, 2016

WATCHING ME



Who is watching me from the water?
Someone is bobbing beneath the waves.
He’s coming closer to shore.
I see eyes.
Yellow eyes sparkling in the sunlight.
Green skin with yellow spots.
I must run.
Before it catches me.
Wait.
A man is rising from the waves.
A man in a wet suit.
All is safe.
Ouch!
I’m shot.
He shot me.
With a spear gun.
Too late.
I’m falling down.
Is this only bad dream?
I hope so.