You Know You Are Being Watched
You know when you are being watched
That tingle in your skin
You might be looking out
But you know something’s looking in.
That weird feeling, I was eating my toast
I feel vulnerable, that’s something I don’t boast.
Looking around, I see nothing
But that feeling is still there
Then it hits me with a whoosh
Before I can get out from my chair.
The screech then as it whooshes past
My skin jumps from my bones
As the great Seagull rushes fast
Its skills all finely honed
My toast it spears and flies on out
My breath is gone I cannot shout
I knew something was watching me.
When the tingles started tingling me.
© 20/07/2012~GG~
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