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?