, , , , , , , , , , ,

They sneak around, always in cahoots

Slimy and scaly, those nightmarish newts

Down in the water or up in the trees

They wander about, to do as they please

Little dinosaurs, who should be extinct

Oh so far from it, as they slither and slink

Across the ground, to where you are standing

If you ignore them, they become quite demanding

As they wait for you, the innocent bystander

To blink, then they turn you, into a salamander


October Writing Prompt – Nightmarish newts – Day 20/31

©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0