A sneaky ember in the brush.
Thirstily, a spark arises.
Glowing eyes, slitted small,
Searching stealthily.
What ancient serpent
Has been birthed;
Stalking, pursing, inside
The growing campfire?
Honing on my piteous body,
Following my evasive moves.
Seeking...
Seeking...
Seeking to attack
My blameless eyes.
Burning, irritating pain,
Stinging mercilessly, until
I admit defeat.
Why?
Why me?
Why does smoke
Seek me out?
My pitiful self
Retreats
Inside to wash
My wounded eyes.
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