Monsters

I walk home and pass a strange vehicle.
Its waxed body gleams in the rays of the sun.
However it looks, it is a monster.
The vibrant green grass sways in terror as it passes.
The wise old oak rains leaves in fear of it as it passes.
The local wildlife flee at the sight of the monstrous being.
Its guttural noise creates fear in plants, animals,
And myself alike.
However,
Other humans are not afraid.
Each machine is treated as if it is as harmless as
A pet kitten,
Or a puppy.
A fluffy bunny,
Or an entertaining hamster.
They get to be eaten,
They get to be spat out,
And they get prepared for the same process again.
Its ravenous hunger is never satisfied
The grumbling stomach,
The gassy fart,
The pollution of the environment.
Who made this beast?
Why did they make it?
I feel its aura,
The aura of a monster.
I despise the being.
Worse than a lion,
Worse than a disease,
Worse than my grandma’s brussel sprout soup.
This monster,
The worst of all,
It is called…

...A Car.