Im not too keen on the outcome of this poem.
i love the title, and the start feels so strong but nearing the end the poem it starts to lose what captured me in the 1st place.the last line doesnt ring true to me, and maybe after

'She sits up on that high shelf,
watching
and seeing too much.

Her big brown eyes watching me,
protecting,
but she can't do much to save me.'

you could add a few more stanzas, to give it a little bit of an oomph.nice;y wrote out, so good work.

Excellent.

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