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.”