You are a perfect Panther,

pouncing on your next victim,

smothering them in a black velvet cloak

You are a ripe banana,

waiting to be peeled to descover what’s inside

You are the sadness of a dog,

waching countless people walk on by ignoring your loyalty

You are your bedroom,

full of millions of secrets waiting to be reaveled

You are the taste of morning tea and buiscuits,

being washed down to start the day

You are that Friday feeling,

knowing it’s the last day of school

You are a drop of rain,

falling from an umbrella to the empty dark sewers of doom

You are a dream catcher,

caching frightful thoughts and dreams,

scaring you for life

You are the number 3,

melting on a birthday cake,

pooring with frosting and sprinkles.