They tumble down from the dark clouds
and into the cunning darkness
at the end of your childhood hallway.
Dogs snarling through crocodile heads.
Serpents with tongues that flicker out
from the darkness at the back of the open closet
to your pillow.
Fanged fish that snatch coldly at your ankle
as you swim through the brown dreams
of half-light mornings.
But what is malevolent now?
The complexity of their beauty,
or our turning away?
~ Kay Winter