The sky can be touched
Strange things walk upon it all the time
They do strange things
Eating
Staring at weird screens
Thankfully, they can’t see me
I study them
As they go about their days
Worried about, the oddest things
Putting clothes upon their body
Talking on strange devices
Performing strange rituals
Sometimes mating
The people in the sky had a child the other day
It makes strange noises
Keeping them awake
I like to stick close to it
I like to watch it anyways
I think it sees me
It acts like it for sure
Pointing it’s tiny fingers
Smiling at me
The others look towards me
They see not a thing
Tucking the small one in
They go to bed
I stare on
The small one…
Continues to laugh at me
Hours go by
It falls asleep
I stare at it
I’m always watching
I don’t need sleep
The sky people seem to
So it is strange when I hear screaming
There was a loud BANG!
Someone fell
I heard more screaming
Watching the door
Of the sky childs room
I see its mother
Run into the room
She slams the entrance closed
A banging is heard
Then…BANG!
I see the mother reaching towards her child
Coughing up blood
She is crying
Someone I don’t recognize
Now enters the room
It is covered in cloths
I can’t see its face
It comes towards the little one
Who lets out a scream
The thing points something at it
…………
CRUNCH!
I eat off its face!
MUNCH!
I tear at its flesh!
SCREAMS!
It agonizes in pain
Mmmm….
I devour it
NO ONE IMPEDES UPON MY DOMAIN!
Shh…I tell the little one
You’ll be safe with me
I cradle it in my arms
It slowly falls asleep
I tell it
…I’ll watch over you…
-A Monsters View-
