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.

Boy and Monster, Illustrated by John Bauer

Boy and Monster, Illustrated by John Bauer

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?