Kayla's Wonderful Writing

Kayla’s Octopoem


Night Time

Iridescent stars make me think of small glow worms, sprinkled across the sky.

The full moon is like a sphere shaped cheese, waiting to be nibbled at with some fancy cheese.

Speckled owls sound like musical trumpets playing in an orchestra.

Evil glowing eyes are like red flash lights staring through me.

Shooting comets are like childish macaroni and glitter art that has been tossed in the sky and left hanging.

Grieving ghosts are empty souls spreading their sadness across the globe.

Freezing wind sounds a lot like howling werewolves, in search of their fluffy pals.