Don't Blink

July 23, 2015

At night, they roam, they freeze for day.

And then, at dusk, they wake to play.

Their eyes are wide form sun's paralysis,

You'd best be wary of their stone analysis.

Watch your back and you'll be fine...

Just don't talk while I'm reading mine.

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