Outdoor Miner

No blind spots in the leopard’s eyes
Could ever hope to jeopardize
The lives of lambs
The shepherd cries
An afterlife for a silverfish
Eternal dust, less ticklish
Than a clean room
A houseguest’s wish
He lies on his side
Is he trying to hide
In fact it’s the earth
Which he’s known since birth
Face worker, a serpentine miner
A roof falls, an underliner
Of leaf structure
The egg timer