4:23 pm

They are unaware

that I share

in their playful attacks

a distance away.

Eyes “buried” in my phone

I somehow see all actions clearly

feel their touch as if

my hands did the touch

and my skin received it

glasses sharpening my eyesight like a 

hawks

I see what they furtively try too hard to hide

there’s two in play

but three in spirit

who knows?

maybe six more in spirit.

(Inspired by Walt Whitman)