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The Stranger
CT (July 13,1993 / Missoula, Montana)

The Stranger

The doorknob rattles
The door squeaks as it slowly opens
I feel the presence of the eyes gleaming on me
My heart pounds so loud
Can the eye's master hear me?
Could it be a robber?
Kidnapper?
Indian?
Lion?
Snake?
Who could it be?
I can't bare it any longer!
I slowly open my eye
Oh! It's just my mom checking on me.
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Comments (8)

Interesting approach with a surprise ending.
well written -midnightmaiden
haha! Superb anti-climax. Great technique for somebody so young.
This is a wonderful poem thank you for sharing.
lol, very amusing..good job
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