Farsighted
The baby looked hard at the sky–a smoky purple,
thin reddish clouds passing fast—
she peered, she stared, aghast, and rapt at
an evening something I couldn’t see.
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Babies and animals do see things we can’t see Well put
The wonder of a baby’s vision! Sweet poem!