Watching the village
like waiting for deer,
and wildlife,
the ten minutes,
chair at the window,
yogurt and crunch
a viewership ahead.
Then a human
crosses through a silent
gateway.
But like a gazelle would move
about when challenged by the human eye,
yet now
another animal
moves across the horizon.
Makes us think about that every moment
we breathe and live
watching the neighborhood,
like the animals,
waiting for eyes.
© Scott F Savage 12/2021
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