The Watcher


Put forth to watch, unschooled, alone,
'Twixt hostile earth and sky;
The mottled lizard 'neath the stone
Is wiser here than I.

What stir across the haze of heat?
What omen down the wind?
The buck that break before my feet,
They know, but I am blind!


facebook share button twitter share button reddit share button share on pinterest pinterest

Add The Watcher to your library.

Return to the Rudyard Kipling library , or . . . Read the next poem; The Way Through The Woods

© 2022