Sneaking, Running, Blending; Amazing Poetry from My 8yo Son

My 3rd grade son handed me this poem very nonchalantly yesterday.  “I wrote it in class,” he explained. I was blown away.

Dark departs,
daytime ends.
An abyss is made again.
Rocks surround me.
Knowing what to do,
creeping around the monster.
Now it hears me!
I run ’till I can’t.
End of the world, they say -
I know they lie.
So I keep on going ’till I learn
sneaking around isn’t the way,
neither is running.
Blending is the way.

So, what do you think?

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