libby's+emotion+poem

Fear seems pitch black Like a night with no moon I see red and yellow glowing eyes, peaking through the bushes I hear breathing of a stranger when nobody can hear my cries I smell swampy, mossy water I feel around and find nothing I taste hope of finding home.

I do not understand why grandmas wear their glasses on the tips of their noses I do not understand why grandmas smell like tea I do not understand why most grandmas have some type of pet But most of all, I do not understand why grandmas give money to their grandchildren But I do understand why they are so awesome!