The Eyes Have It Poem by Phil Soar

The eyes that watch me closely must have links to cells of thought
How else would my dogs know, that I might think I’ll take a walk?
They’re at the door before me, and if looks could sense my moves
Their eyes give so much joy away, and put them in the groove

The eyes that open slowly after birth, take time to see
No sense of what may lie ahead, or what might set them free
And as those eyes develop, and take in new sights each day
The blur becomes a perfect gift, to help them on their way