"Kill stuff, eat stuff, things kill you.
Wish that there was more to do,"
Daughter sighs after playing
The avatar of a wolf
For an hour on her tablet.
Father looks out the window,
Trying not feel afraid.
"Blink, and they grow up," he told
An acquaintance yesterday.
"Blink again, and you've grown old."
"I try not to blink," replied
The older man. They chuckled.
Now he's watching the weather,
Clouds like wolves. Don't blink. Don't blink.
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