On the sheep-cropped summit, under hot sun,
The mouse crouched, staring out the chance
It dared not take.
++++++++++++++Time and a world
Too old to alter, the five mile prospect—
Woods, villages, farms—hummed its heat-heavy
Stupor of life.
++++++++++++++Whether to two
Feet or four, how are prayers contracted!
Whether in God’s eye or the eye of a cat.