Ocular

The clouds stopped crying and moved aside
Unleashing the sun,
He blazed on unperturbed by the sudden loss
The moon felt amazed the sun didn’t even care
He looked at her pallid face with scorn
She conceded and bore his heat without complaining
And suddenly she was no more.
The two eyes kept wandering,
From the sun and to the moon, to clouds…
It moved on…
And now to those ubiquitous, small things which come falling down
The hands came to the aid.
‘I can’t catch them, they are too small,’
The frown made its remark
‘How small!’
The eyes moved aside and fixed on the wall
‘They aren’t here anymore’
Bewilderment pushed aside despair
Back to the window now,
‘They are falling here!’
Bewilderment egged more…
But no one answered.
The glass…ah the water now…no
‘What are those colours?
One, two, three, four five six, seven…eight?
Eight colurs? Why? Eight, alright? No seven!!
What’s the ant doing here now?
Look at it’s tip…black, orange body…funny!’
They moved again…the bewildered,
The pup sat cuddled on the sand basking!
Its eyes were closed…what’s beside that?
What is that man doing with that wood?
That wood is funny…the man held it underneath his arms
‘Oh he can’t walk!’
The eyes closed and the head turned around
Sound of wood again…the eyes opened,
The door opened…mummy!
Frown swayed, bewilderment followed and vanishedThe eyes closed down…yet they saw!