An ancient one roomed building was once home
Lit and warmed by fire,heat upward flowed
The smoke escaped through one small hole or “eye”
The winter wind would fight to get inside.
Like a human eye, it was a breach
The bones of head and face allow this reach
We must see out and not live all within
Wolves, those metaphors. might bite our skin
Enclosed spaces need selected gaps
Few would enjoy choking in a trap.
We need a way to breath, to see, to touch
Sophisticated means, this eye to watch
Sitting round the fire we hear Wind howl
Through the eye, we see the moon,our jewel