The little green eyes winking at me.
Day and night they stare off into space.
In my darkened living room they watch.
They watch me type.
They watch me think.
They keep an eye on the place when I'm gone.
I can read them.
I wonder if they can read me.
My living room is well attended by the little green eyes.
It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.
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