Two Dark Eyes
Two dark eyes are watching me,
keeping me in sight;
watching, ever watching me
mornings and at night.
Two dark eyes are following
every move I make
even with night swallowing
light before I wake.
Two dark eyes keep looking on,
and I’m sure to see
those two eyes when comes the dawn
peeking in on me.
Two dark eyes no matter where
in my house I go.
I don’t mind when those eyes stare,
for they let me know. . . .
Unconditional is the
kind of love I see
in the two dark eyes of a
dog much loved by me!
For the Big Brother - who's watching you and why?
poetry contest of Black Eyed Susan
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