Curious Little Thing

It’s staring at me,

This curious little thing.

Whatever can it be?


Sometimes it can sing

In a language I do not know,

Other times it will glow,

And blink merrily at me,

Or is it really what I can see?


This curious little thing,

Dangling everywhere,

As far away as it can be.

With little hairs

Sparkling for all to see.


I am quite aware

That it’s staring resolutely at me.

Oh! Whatever can it be?

This curious little thing.

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