Imagine monsters

 Those giant red maple leaves look

like splayed out hands. Imagine monsters,

heavy footed prowling through piles of 

yellowed Ash and Oak leaves. 

The leaves come down in a shaken shower of

wind and startled, I imagine monsters 

Stalking, hiding between the trees. 

I can run fast enough but sometimes

I feel a presence behind me, the third man or

some friendly spirit or some days, 

a dark shadow keeping pace and falling away. 

I imagine monsters.