Willa & Max- a poem

Willa and Max

K.N. Lee

Willa had a little boy

A red cheeked fellow

Who brought her joy

He smiled 

And sang

In his darling little voice

But Willa was faced 

With a difficult choice

Max was his name

Only four, you see

With curly brown hair

And eyes of green 

His tiny hands 

Were fused into claws

He had pale white skin

And markings on his paws

Max was not 

A normal child...

But a creature from her closet

From a place hidden

But wild

He'd snuggle into her soft warm bed

Sing her to sleep

And that's when he fed

While Willa slept

Little Max would feast

For he was more than a goblin

But a growing beast