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The Boy at the Museum

His eyes stare at the back of her head, studying his prey.
His mouth curves up like a hyena’s, mocking his prey.
He crouches up as a lion, ready to attack his prey.

If only he knew the true value of the museum,
With its mysteries, stories, and histories.
Giving everyone a better view,
Of how life was before me and you.

His eyes stare at the back of her head, studying his prey.
His mouth curves up like a hyena’s, mocking his prey.
He crouches up as a lion, ready to attack his prey.

Found around us all is knowledge unbelievable.
Yet, he must ruin the experience for the unsuspecting.
Although no one may see it, the boy’s action is unacceptable.
The twinkle in the eye of the young girl makes her fate, undeserving.

His eyes stare at the back of her head, studying his prey.
His mouth curves up like a hyena’s, mocking his prey.
He crouches up as a lion, ready to attack his prey.

The blue reflection from the skylight outlines the curiosity on the young girl’s face.
As her smile broadens, I am certain her brain does too.
I can see her love of knowledge, by the intensity at which she observes the past.
If only this slick-haired boy, with his mischievous smile, and malicious eyes could understand.

His eyes stare at the back of her head, studying his prey.
His mouth curves up like a hyena’s, mocking his prey.
He crouches up as a lion, ready to attack his prey.
But will he?




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