Everywhere we look
nearby news, activity
we can’t escape
unless we fly
above it all.
It takes a herd of eyes,
a flock of senses
to survive the wild
and domestic
intrusions
of this world.
No time to lollygag
when everyone becomes
someone’s breakfast.
Pay attention.
A “herd of eyes” would definitely make me pay attention.
A poem for our times, for sure, John.
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John-
Well said!! I agree with Susanne.
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