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Miquela, Age 9, Tucson, AZ

I'm glaring at a creature,
who is glaring back at me.
Should I stay and stare
or should I flee?
What will it do? What will it say?
Am I only going to see it today?
It's moving closer. Am I its prey?
Should I make peace?
Looking at the creature I fall in a gaze.
I see beauty I could look at for days.
I'm captured in ways
I can't explain.
The eyes are blue, I think, "Who
is in this mysterious creature in gaze
that does not faze
through its days.
I look at she.
Could it be me?

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