My grandmother always told me…

She told me to be wary of what I didn’t understand.

Wary but open minded.

They don’t like the close minded she’d say.

I still don’t know who ‘they’ are.

(I think it’s whatever is in the garden, leaving those mushrooms in circles.

I’ve been told not to go near.)

I listen, because the lights outside during the night are too small to be natural.

I don’t trust it, but sometimes the thought of going out is tempting.

I’m too wary.

My grandmother told me I’m supposed to be.