Ode: Ear

It’s likely I shall never quarrel
With my twinned appendage aural.
Miracle, that two exist!
What stimuli might I have missed,
How many heartfelt conversations
Lost to unobserved vibrations,
Lyrics rendered wrong by me
But for their sensitivity?
Wherefore have I been gifted–twice!–
This cartilagenous device
Affixed against my skull just so
That pipes delight in stereo?
What’s more, were they profoundly flawed,
Their usefulness would still have awed:
They also serve, I may report,
To offer spectacle support
Without which my misshapen eyes
Could not but fill my head with lies.
So precious are they both, my dear,
I fear I dare not lend an ear.