The Eyes of a Cat
The eyes of a cat so timid and free. No pressure, no worries, like birds on the tree. He looks out the window and sees his own reflection as he glows. An orange color that goes together on his fur. He sits on your lap as he purrs. Just another wonderful God’s creation. His eyes are the color blue like the skies sensation. His eyes are like time that passes by. If a cat had wings he would happily fly. He looks and looks as the pages turn together in a book. He is filled with so much curiosity as he chases off the crooks. Their is so many things about a cat. His eyes changes directions as he sees a rat. A playful creature and a devoted teacher. The eyes of a cat.
Copyright © Daniel Sweatt | Year Posted 2020
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