Through those eyes.

Through those eyes.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Through those eyes.
Of the one who thinks
On every blink.
Beware!
Of the one who glares
With every stare.
Beware!
Of the one who sits
While cracking whips.
Beware!
Through the eyes of a tiger
One missing circus trainer.
Inside gold and black stripes 
A fur ball tonight!
Beware!

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Added on September 17, 2015
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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