Secrets

You never see the eyes that are watching you from hidden crooks and crannies, Peeping out from cracks in poorly plastered walls, You never hear the sound of miniscule legs scurrying hither and thither, Or notice the wars fought over crumbs dropped on bare kitchen floors. The insects that live in hiding keeping you under close observation, Whilst you go about your day under secret investigation. Oblivious to the spies that note your every action, Lurking in the depths of their welcomed isolation. The many secret places that you can never know, Are where many creatures spend their time allowing them to grow, And though you cannot see them you know they will survive, In their secret hidden places where only they can thrive.