I am sitting on the lawn.
Perhaps I am a little different.
But I am only different enough to notice differences.
I think I just make others aware of their differences...
The scientists love me.
They want to analyze me.
They say they love me,
And maybe they do...
But every time they stare at me,
They do not realize
I'm burned by their magnifying eyes.
It hurts, and so I fly away.
This hiding makes them chase me...
Please, I will talk to you, but don't look at me.
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