Staring Girl

I once knew a girlwho would just stand there and stare.


At anyone or anything,she seemed not to care

She'd stare at the ground,
















She'd stare at the sky.

She'd stare at you for hours, and you'd never know why.

But after winning the local staring contest

she finally gave her eyes a well-deserved rest.

Tim Burton, The Melancholy Death Of Oyster Boy & Other Stories, Inglaterra: faber and faber, 1997