You don’t see me
But I see you
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You can look up high
And down low too
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You might hear me scurry along the forest floor
Or you might hear a loud, screeching call
Maybe you’ll watch me soar
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You don’t see me
But I see you
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I see you looking up
Looking right, looking left
Looking down
Looking all around
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I could be an owl, a raccoon, an armadillo, or a possum
Maybe YOU should decide who this poem is from
