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Open and close slowly, rapidly moving scanning sidwards upwards to bottom, gathering information feeding the sensor my sensor that needs feeding to keep It functioning. Some big some small some that see in the dark don’t see daylight at all. In the sky above to the sea bed below, every colour of the rainbow 🌈 they glow in the dark, nocturnal only they know.

There needed to hunt gather food for their young, to find land far away travel in groups they land. Move across country herds to be seen picking their path to pastures green. Closing in winter open in spring curled up in a ball warm no opening.

They come to the ocean surface checking its safe, coming up for air in a hole in the ice, checking for a shadow waiting for me. Back down to the depths safety for me. There all in two’s side by side some focusing on close up things others for miles around. Many will be faulty helped by another pair surrounded and covered in fur, one will work and be fine the other lazy never to be good helped by glass to make it good.

The monster will only have one in the centre, one will say Exterminate. Another will come up on a periscope no need to surface. Seen from space or seen from Jodrell Bank powerful and invented by man.

Mine are a gift given from the womb formed in nine months they will open soon see the sun and the moon, the clouds fluffy and white the birds take flight, my first πŸ¦‰ at night. Mine see 🌳 of green, red roses 🌹 to they all bloom for me and you.

Some will open sadly for a short while never see a smile, chosen why only God knows. Some will see War and pain never to see again, close seeing fellow man fall a friend and brother down beside me there will be another bullets fire from from others looking through sights small figures move towards getting bigger, then hit the ground neverto be found. The unknown Soldier lies dying on the ground

Others will hold a loved one as they take their last breath saying I Love You they close slowly seeing your face and light fades, its your time with him, darkness again but then light the gates await a man in white arms out wide to hold you tight.

I have seen my beloved little Black and White trusted friend lie back in my arms as we say goodbye, your safe and at peace you hade a great life but its time. You have seen many things in your short but happy life, comfort and love is all you have known when I find a Bone when I got back home all alone. There closed now at night but you visit me a dream so bright your on the beach again as I chase you laughing you bring me delight again, soon to wake a tear falls again.

I turn to see you glide all dressed in white a glow a halo the music plays people watch and I wait our moment has come together as one Love so true only me and you know. Another tear falls a happy tear filled with emotion we look at each other like Sister and Brother. I see you on your swing like an Angel in slow motion glowing like an ember you love to watch in the fire. Your ember will glow long and loved never to die, my love will keep you alive.

Others join us every year starting their lives small wrapped up to keep them warm I hold them for the first time, gaze into there small innocent ones they don’t know whats to come, love and happiness safety a place of safety until they get older away they must go as they get boulder. What waits for them they ask their mother, What Ever Will be, will be.

Open as the light awakes me there is a another pair next to me the ones that were on the swing 7 years ago peaceful and loved. Then I look at the happiness in another pair wanting my attention, learning and company. A bond with an animal, bird, a child she says Hello Dad, are you OK, says my children’s names, grandchildren names, sings songs and rhymes all in in tune with a voice like me or you.

63 years they work just fine not to sleep through wine when its not time, not wet through tears again as the slow ballad plays reminds me of a place in time, brought on my another Bottle of Wine, so many wasted hours when i could have been showing my children more time, finding comfort in my tipple

Hiding thoughts it was my escape from my childhood time, thinking what made my Dad hit me time after time sent to bed again and again, starving from dinnertime. Did they love me I don’t know Questions I will never get answered haunting me day after day

I don’t see the bottle anymore my mind clear healthy and happy, no more crying just singing, Smile though your heart is aching even though its breaking.

By now you must know I talk of my Eyes my amazing Eyes seen from 57 born on a couch they opened from the first time. Memories of 63 years filmed every second round the world they filmed in colour along the way they guided me here to my bed as I write, there still good but one needs glass to help the other.

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