Poetry by Jude: Won’t you come out to play?
He hides behind this wall.
He’s blurry and out of focus.
I can see him there.
And he’s being attacked
from all the thirsty locust.
Won’t you come out to play?
Okay, it’s true, I might bite you.
But I’ll do it in a tender way.
I promise I’m not here to frighten you.
Will you let me explore your mind?