The underwater people spy With this pipe-and-mirror eye. They are quite close, not far away. Unseen by eagles in the sky. They have no gills, but they stay dry. Which is the thing they see you by?

On caps, curtains, and banners too, my hanging threads may come into view.

I start with a H and end with a T, I'm a secret place where you want to be. From bandits or seekers, I keep you away, A quiet retreat at the end of the day.

In a game I am the goal. Find me to be whole. Follow the clues, I'm at the end. Your final treasure, your best friend. What am I?

Used often in the blues, whether tubed or in tune. Equality be thy mean, Push down here, the other looms. Precision held in rule, To drafts, it is the tool. To hold a range in play. Best tare it or you’re fooled.