A moth with the appearance of eyes on its wings,
Feigning perception through methods far different than its own.
It could never begin to imagine what seeing out of those eyes might be like
or that it itself might even resemble the distinct face of another larger creature
which through disconnected chance it owes its longevity to.
Protected by feigned surveillance, all the whole seeing far less than it appears to.
Movement among branches and trees, like falling leaves, catches the eye
of a sparrow above, which sees and hesitates a thousand times,
Enough for passing resemblance to become a characteristic, honed and perfected.
An image of a gaze, both blind and watchful, dances freely among branches.