I am Being Watched
perhaps it is just a
feeling that i am being watched or is it watched over
and who would be
watching as i look the universe looks back
in the eye of the
gentle cow in the eyes of the dog i see the walking stick
the walking stick he sees me i see the wood pecker
he sees me the coyote quietly
passes in the sage i see him he sees me
we greet each other
without words when I see the crow the crow sees me
in early
morning the sun rises i see him
he sees me late
in the afternoon the sun sets on the horizon
red, yellow and
gold we say good night the moon appears above the mountains
night
animals emerge to hunt in the moon light
i see them they
see me perhaps this is why
i feel i am
being watched in reality when i see the universe
it sees me the
watcher that watches watches over me
November 6, 2015
Note: Day 6 Wrtiers Digest November Pad Chalenge, prompt: We are Being Watched.
1 comment:
This is a joy to read, as I envision all of the creatures and beautiful sights you exchange glances with..............I LOVE your closing lines. I see we both found a crow in our poems today. Smiles.
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