Globes of amber, sky-blue, sage,
what they’re thinking, one cannot gauge
In sunlight, marbled crescents glow,
snake-like, rodent’s worst of foes
Evening’s dusk, hunting hour,
Pupils black, their depths devour
Sleepy, languid, hypnotizing,
Curious, cunning, and conniving
Twin moons, dark illuminates
Cat’s eyes always captivate
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