:::A Wanting Eye:::
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Something watches as you eat
A gleam in its eye,
Such a treat.
You do not see it
Or hear it breath.
It watches you.
It waits
For that hotdog
Covered in ketchup
To slip out of your hand.
The thing moves into the room
Still not seen.
It sits at your feet
watches you eat.
You look down
Now don’t scream
The thing that watches you
is a sweet little dog
That watches you eat.