At first glance they look peaceful,
But looks are deceiving.
They are not peaceful.
They are anything but.
Their beady eyes never blinking.
I am never at rest in their presence.
When I am away, they whisper...
Calling me back.
I am worried for my safety.
They keep telling me creepy "tales"
Of little girls who didn't listen...
And what happened to them.
I am afraid to be one of those "tales".
So I listen to them.
I make them tea, talk to them, play.
Then maybe, just maybe
They won't blink.