Perspectives
I can see the train on the tracks two blocks away,
but an eagle can see a rabbit two miles away.
I can turn my head to look west down the street to the sunset,
but an owl can turn its head to see 270° (plus it can see in the dark.)
I can roll my eyes at Bill's corny puns,
but mantis shrimp and chameleons can roll each eye independently.
I can see your face,
but not your heart.
I can see through tears,
but not through closed doors.
I can see the stars,
but not the future.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2020
Can it really be the last Friday of National Poetry Month? Christie has the roundup AND the Progressive Poem at
Wondering and Wandering.
And then this:
Grant Snider is thinking about what we can and cannot see, too!