The mystery of an idicator


Once I woke up late at night ,
I saw a small green color eye.

I couldn't understand
what's happening and why?
I simply thought
it's the ghost's eye.

I didn't panic ,
I tried to think;
But I was so frightened
That my eyes did not even blink.

Continously watching and
scaring myself ;
At once I thought to lock myself
In the woods's shelf.

Suddenly the lights were switched on
maybe by the waiter ;
And all the mystery was spoiled
It was just a normal indicator.

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