They come in all shapes and sizes

Petrifying, terrifying, frightening creatures

Yet I don’t see a problem 

When having the chance to eat it

The ruffle of feathers

And head moves while walking

And the beak, oh the beak

A weapon of mass destruction

The dark yellow eyes

Staring right into my soul

And if I wish for those eyes to disappear 

Even being headless makes this zombie more horrific

They look so innocent when young

Pure of heart if you believe

But once an adult

A brute will start to form

I’d rather get a bad haircut

I would even eat rancid food

I’d rather be left in the dark alone

Than be in the presence of that creature 

I’d listen to nails on a chalkboard 

I’d even stand on top of a huge skyscraper

I would even let snakes slither on top of me

Than hear the cluck cluck cluck of that beast

You could say I can just kick it

Size difference and all 

And even if it could hurt me 

Why stoop to this monsters level and attack

Call me scared 

For thinking this thing is a monster

But in my mind all what I can see

Is a little me petrified of that cruel life form

My first memory of this creature

Seemed simple and pleasant

Yet out of the blue

I still remember those haunting moments

I will still hide for now

To avoid this brutality

And maybe someday I will change my views

But for now I’ll keep my distance

And save myself from that monstrosity