The murderous Garden
  My childhood's garden looked wonderful
this early summer, full of flowers trees and bushes
barefoot I walked into this wonder.
Then something happened the grass grew taller, tall as me;
they blocked my view tried to
Tie up my feet and pushed me towards a thorny bush.
I tried to run that was impossible, but somehow
and slowly got out of the wilderness while stalked
by a Bengali tiger.
Mother opened a window told me it was dinner
I had to hurry up; she didn't have all day.
Finally, I reached the door, safety, looked back
the garden stood there looking innocent, but I knew better
and never played there anymore