I want to look
But
She's making me nervous,
In my infinite
Peripherals
She roams,
I the gazelle
And she
The lioness
Hidden
In the tall brush,
But as she nears
I am hunter
Hiding my fear,
But one lone bead
Escapes me,
And I know I'm prey
In her clutches
Talons that can dig
Into me
Tearing me up
Like a measly mouse,
But she merely asks
For the time of day
And as she walks away
I recede back into my tower
At the ready if she beckons
To chime out the next hour...
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