Tip-tap, tip-tap.
Steps. All around me.
Tip-tap, tip-tap.
Steps. Following me.

Eyes. I saw eyes.
A lot of them.
Hundreds of them.
Eyes do watch...

This is no wind; those are words.
Whispering words.
Knowing words.
Words that hunt me.
Those are their words.

Those creatures have ears.
They can listen, and they do.
Closely.
They hear everything.

How do I hide?
      How do I hide?
            How do I hide?

I'll have to blend in, that's it!

They will overlook me;
they won't follow.
They will overhear me;
they won't talk.

I will just have to be
like them.

(But not really...
because I don't hear,
like them.
I don't see,
like them.

Because I'm too busy
hiding)