Beast
by Chris Major
It was flat and still,
a screen saver
of drifting cloud,
over- hanging trees
mirrored along
one glassy edge.
Sightings started,
rumours about
something lurking
‘neath reflected sky.
And,
sure enough,
one day
there’s this crash
as the surface breaks,
explodes -
spray everywhere:
NONCE
SCUM
PAEDO