Image from Where the Wild Things Are
by Maurice Sendak
Scaly, furry, great horned beasties
Flashing wide with snaggly grins.
Reaching out with long sharp claws
To grab some kids and draw them in.
The creatures gnashed their terrible teeth
And roared their terrible roars.
Reaching, grasping, drooling… Run, kids!
They'll eat you up and ask for more.
Instead the young ones push in closer
And find great comfort in those furry arms.
For children know things, don't you know,
And they know these monsters mean no harm.
Children know things, oh yes, they do,
With wisdom born of hidden scars.
Raised by snarly monsters with flying fists,
They know exactly where the wild things are.
Written for dVerse ~ Poet's Pub, where Aaron Kent invited us to "let the wild rumpus begin" in honor of Maurice Sendak, who died on May 8, 2012.