The mirrors are alive,
They misbehave,
They are always hungry,
They laugh when I shave.
They like to be kissed,
They love to fight,
They fear thunder,
And the dark of night.
They are curious creatures,
They learn as fast as I teach,
I have to watch my mouth around them,
Since they can reflect speech
Sometimes I watch them sleep,
And wonder how it will be when they are grown,
When they have absorbed all that I have,
And they have mirrors of their own.
-Louis
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