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The Eyes of Night
The patter of the mitten feet,
Swerving ‘cross the seaman’s fleet.
A leap, a step, a sudden move,
Retire to a hidden grove.
If night had eyes, what would it see?
Keep your secrets, let me be.
I do not wish to know, or hear.
The robbers trick, where death is near.
The foliage of the forest green,
Concealing creatures, beasts, unseen.
A rustle in the underbrush,
Something moves, a snake, or such.
If night had eyes, what would it see?
Keep your secrets, let me be.
I do not wish to know, or hear.
The robbers trick, where death is near.
A debt, a fight, an ally dark.
A bullet that has met it mark,
Fired fast, without a care,
Magnified in hallow air.
If night had eyes, what would it see?
Keep your secrets, let me be.
I do not wish to know, or hear.
The robbers trick, where death is near.
