Standing erect and straight
Like statues
Their ranks spread out vastly
In every direction
Stone faced glares
Look onward towards combat
At the ready, guns upright
Commander’s bellows
And trumpeters lungs
Frozen
As the colossal enemy
Looms ahead
A shrieking cry
Proliferates the battlefield
Followed by the earth trembling
Charge of the monster
Crushing regiments like the impact
Of pennies on a train track
As she pounces to her food dish
Behind the plastic soldiers