EYES IN THE FIRMAMENT
As thou wander away into that wide space
The eyes in the firmament are quite tiny to see
Yet perusing thy gait — left and right, thy legs bear
thou and thy weak wings
To this airborne menace, the time is ripe again
to thrust its talons into its delicacy.
You, maybe a hen to be know not about its gimmick
Perhaps, you would have watched as it perched
on that distant dead wood and marvel at its endless yearning as thou earn safety in thy mother’s embrace.
Of course its acute eyes have begun to gist its gut
about the impending meal. And its wide wings would soon
outdo thy mother’s in the contest to set thou free.
Thy mother would run here and there, crying as
she put her wings on trial then this brave beast’s
mouthwatering meal would have slid into its tiny gut.
And the dust that hang in the air would settle down
on the leaves once again.
What do you think?