This field is so small and the fence so high. I can peer through at cows and cars but no-one comes to see me no-one comes by. My tail and my coat need a brush but I'll stand quiet and think. I see much with my brown eyes and quiet mind. I see more than you can. I see the space between things. I see what the leaves mean. What say the trees today? I think I'll walk slow, go ask them.next poem