Watching

What the hell is that?!
Sneaking behind those bushes.
Big black eyes glancing at us.
Try us again, we are ready.

The ballerina’s pause at his sight.
His creepy stare through the big black eyes.
They throw their shows.
He continues to watch with a sinister smile.

One, two, three.
We’re coming for you.
Pink to the left, black to the right.
Clear as day above.

Children scream and screech,
Startled by our sudden outburst.
We’re coming for you.
Stop watching us.

Bombs from above,
Wings of vengeance strength.
Talons for ripping your eye sockets apart.
Beaks to promptly rip your flesh bone from bone.

One, two, three.
We’re coming for you.
This time showing no mercy.
This peace we call home, is ours.