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Legend has it, he’s watching you
Hiding in the verdant hue
Of leaves and flora, a hanging limb
That gather round, disguising him
At first you think, it’s just a stone
That lines the path, up to your home
Until you take a closer view
There’s someone looking back at you
Stumbling backward, up the hill
You notice that he’s staring, still
You shake your head and blink your eyes
But this really comes as no surprise
To see a soul, though inanimate, it’s true
Rocks have feelings, they most certainly do
Author’s Note: Hubby spotted this rock looking back at us the other night. It has been there for years, 26 to be exact, and we never noticed the face. I wonder who it could be watching over us ❤
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