Little Eyes

I trip and scamper and roam about. Through peoples homes and over shacks. I do what I can and try and not look back. I find the newspapers close by but hardly ever read. I make my judgments upon the actions not the predictions unforseen.
I have seen a mother give birth wrapping the baby in plastic. People starving on the street and wandering into traffic. I have seen children plump and round screaming for a toy. Without a single concern for there classmate whose dieing fathers presence brings the best of joy.
I live amongst the people in the hallways and gallows. A friend to some a concern to others. I am the eyes scurrying through the bands of brothers. I listen in the shadows reveling myself to those pure of heart. Of mice and men and all of that. Turn it around flip it over and look upon the back. We watch with open eyes at your secrets sins and lies. Keeping it all within in waiting upon goodbyes.
So, next time you see me hold off the cat. For after the assault and my tale is reveled. I will surly be coming back. A bit smaller, slower and without judgment of where I land. For this is by no means a world ruled by man.