Reach Out

A sloth faced man
Slithers to and fro
Passes quietly
Soft, slow
Stalking its meal
Swaggering in his teeth

This man, slothfaced
Creeping into sanity
Faced with paranormal
He questions colors
And feels his bile

Viewing this beast
I reach out
Crying on wind
Silly children, tee hee
They do not suspect
Fleeces shaking
Flawed and raw

I hear the vibrations
Sweet and calming
In nature
Pausing briefly
An opportunity