My Eyes Go For a Walk

As Klee's dots 
moseyed off                        
along a line 
on a leash
they 
go for a walk.
No need 
for idle chatter,
they walk
 a silent stroll.
 from their sockets, 
inert objects roll.
 Mesmerized,  
surprised 
by sudden sounds
 my loiterers 
stop and gawk.
Then again, 
they're off     
right then left.
Stealthy steps 
follow sexy scents.
As on cones and rods
they gently trod.
While my own
 tired dogs plod 
my eyes 
go for a walk.