Then there are those that accost you
right in the middle of the cross walk
as you make your way from curb to curb.
And one day, while you’re browsing the book shelves and holding a steaming Styrofoam cupful of Mocha Loco Whats-it-to-ya, you’ll look up and see one looking back at you through an open space in an eye level shelf in the bargain section where they keep all the good stuff.
And, oh, those eyes.
They’ll flutter and pop,
and you’ll see that knowing grin,
and you can bet your bottom dollar
that this one is dangerous.