HE fixes his eye, sharp and bright,
on the hedgerow; my beady eye,
feeble though it is, I fix
on some pin-point of knowledge.

He races around with joy
when a mouse catches on his claw;
when some delectably teasing problem
surrenders to me, that gives me joy too.

Though we are together so much,
we do not annoy one another;
it is good we each have our own craft,
and each is happy in his own amusement.

Each is master in his own field,
busy with the task he has each day;
and shining light on dark passages,
that is mine.