Just down the street there is a house
with one window
that looks like an eye that never sleeps.
I walk by it everyday
on my way home from school.
I imagine the people
who live there
have one eye too.
But not like a Cyclops.
I imagine them like pirates
with eye patches, and crooked smiles
with yellowed teeth.
I walk on the other side of the street
afraid of who might see
my imagination
hiding behind the tree.
This is for Magpie #52, thanks for another flight of fancy, Willow. Please check out this awesome writer's blog,
http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2011/02/mag-52.html
