21 April 2012
As i stared into those big, black eyes, i saw a glimmer of hope tinged with sadness. What did he hope for in life, i wondered. What did he think of the meadows, the chirping sparrows in the trees, the sprinkle of daffodils in the field. And, what did he see in my eyes? Could he sense the sympathy, the excitement, could he see a glimmer of sadness in my eyes? We stood there for what seemed like many minutes, each contemplating each other's lives... Neither of us moved, we were paralysed by our thoughts. Nothing lasts forever, not the roses in the gardens behind me, not the flies flitting round the sun... Or this moment. So i turned, i continued my walk with an open mind. My observer shook her tail, chewed some long grass and trotted back to the herd.
The Watching Eyes • Opuss № I