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Watcher by Mona Mehas



Watcher

 

I am the watcher of the space between

the ground and rocks you step on,

the feeling you get when in the woods

of eyes following your every move,

the itch on the back of your neck

sweat budding on your palms

the twig you hear behind you

I am the protector of the tall ones.

 

I am the watcher of the space between

the dead leaves on the forest floor,

the crunch underneath your boot

the tiny things your eyes miss,

grass heads and budding fronds

scattered across your path

hatchling toads confuse your eyes

I am the protector of the small ones.

 

I protect the tall ones until you come with your machines

I defend the small ones until you bring your chemicals

I am the watcher in the space between

I am watching you.

 

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