Sometimes I Seem to Be Things

Sometime, at night, we are a crowd of monsters in the dark.
Sometimes, we frolick in the emptied park and we sing.
We bound in great leaps and we play on the swings.
And we are as big as our dreams and as fun as everything we love.
We spend hours away at places that, during the day, are dull.
But at night, when we are creatures, are overflowing fountains of immitation and imagination and all of the best parts of shiny teeth in the dark.

We make shadow puppets of humans and laugh at them.

We bring bag lunches, and take juice breaks.

We roar like birds.

We growl like grass.

And we have a merry old time, until the day should come.
Then, when we are done, we run back home into our beds.
Then, when we rise, we are wholly human again.

But we still smile with a wild passion.