First in this week, a very interesting poem from Chris Hall!
Enjoy

I know you’re there
watching, silently
out there, always out there
monitoring my movements
the click of a camera
the slam of a car door
behind me
a flash of movement
reflected in a window
will I ever be rid of you?
monitoring my movements
out there, always out there
watching, silently
I know you’re there.
Written in response toSadje‘sWhat do You See#73photo prompt.
Image credit:Sonny Mauricio @ Unsplash
The image shows a bald eagle sitting in the bare branches of a tree. It is looking down at the camera.
Thanks for sharing my little paranoid poem, Sadje!
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