You are the click clonk 
of horse shoes tapping the 
mucky ground.

You are pretty pink ballet 
shoes swaying on the dark,
dooming dance floor.

You are a grey wolf 
howling in to warn others 
for destruction.

You are the impossibility
of life on Mars.

You are the memory of
my long lost guinea pigs.

You are the joy of 
the day I met my amazing
friends.

You are a treacherous terrible 
villain waiting to destroy the
wobbly wondrous world. 

You are a lonely tree 
without a stump.

You are the memory of
my great friends back in London.

You are a bone crushing shark
preparing to strike bare dust.

You are the sound of raindrops
crashing onto the dew covered gorgeous grass.

You are the ending of this very poem 
itself.