The Murderous Garden

The murderous Garden My childhood`s garden looked wonderful this early summer, full of flowers trees and bushes barefoot I walked into this wonder. Then something happened the grass grew taller, tall as me; they blocked my view tried to Tie up my feet and pushed me towards a thorny bush. I tried to run that was impossible, but somehow and slowly got out of the wilderness while stalked by a Bengali tiger. Mother opened a window told me it was dinner I had to hurry up; she didn`t have all day. Finally, I reached the door, safety, looked back the garden stood there looking innocent, but I knew better and never played there anymore