Quiet green eyes remain riveted, hardly shifting
While silently watching me.
What could she be thinking as she remains so
Still, with her keen, silent eyes focused so intently?
She barely blinks with her piercing,
wide eyed stare, deeply and steadfastly set
As her body remains perfectly poised
like a small, firmly placed statuette.
Quiet green eyes keep tracking me
As I work and pace busily to and fro
Finally I sit and my green eyed bundle of fur climbs on
My lap murmuring a soft and contented “meow.”
