His eye
John Clare Stokes
Was this the eye of prey
Watching the sparrow perch
To pounce and suddenly slay
Nothing but Cheshire smirch
Was this the eye of friend
Watching the sparrow sing
To stay the sudden pouncing
The eye of loving wing
Or was it the eye of One
Who watches every tiny thing
Staying the claw from coming
To little wings.
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