…LITTLE BIT OF SKY

....I hear the sound and look to see
....from just where this sound shoulde be
....my eyes are not ears and they cannot see
....I hear only what the eye surely sees

....strike and aim and target ones prey
....as a bear lays dying in its home for that day
....the grief and yet joy in a moment of life
....all goes unnoticed as the time goes by

....light moves in a straighte line never to curve
....the moon mirror of that back to this earthe
....half of it seen yet half of it is loste
....it is that half forever hidden
....that I seek the moste