Winged creatures soar high

Scattering seeds,flowers bloom

Man soars, dropping bombs.

Airplanes pass over

a road that flickers back to

a wilted forest.

"Close your eyes, piggy."

"Why? What's going on out there?"

"It's the world of flies."

It burned my heart,

Just a flash of sharp wind.

Not real I'm sure.

No time to be scared;

The monsters under your bed

Are getting hungry.