(Note to reader: I find a picture I like and write a poem about what I see. Hope you enjoy)

This is what I see…Felina Silver Robinson

Just upon the edge of the highest mountain

There is a peak in the hills

where a split separates a pair of the evilest eyes

That are as big as life

They frown down upon all bad-doers

Waiting for the moment to catch them in the act

Of their greatest sin

Before the sinners know it

They disappear into the belly

Of the of the earth

Deep beneath the valley floor

No one knows if they’ll ever be seen again

Beware of these hills

For they have their own eyes

And they wear no disguise

These Hills Have Their Own Eyes©

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by Felina Silver Robinson