Do you ever get that feeling
That something is different?
Perhaps a tingle runs up your spine,
Or the hairs on your arm stick up on
I have that feeling right now.
Iím scared to look.
What if there is a reason I feel
What if something is behind me,
Like a giant bee with a giant stinger,
Or a scorpion,
Or a black mamba with sharp fangs,
Or a vampire ready to suck my blood?
My instincts say not to look behind me,
But I want to.
Here I go.