[John Whitworth]

What the Eye Doesn’t See

What the eye doesn’t see
Is the breath of a bee,
As it swings on the cusp of a flower.
What the eyes doesn’t see
Is the snarl of a flea,
As it tears at the prey in its power.
What the eye doesn’t see
Is an ostropod’s knee,
As it swims through a droplet of rain.
What the eye doesn’t see
Is the riddle-me-ree,
Of the great manatee,
Singing chincherinchee,
In the depths of the sea,
Of the sundering sea,
Though it asks you again and again.