Quiet eyes
This cat possesses as
She sits for all the world to see,
Serene behind those quiet eyes.
I am not fooled.
She purrs and preens and watches, ever watches
Me and you and all the world go by.
So placid. Even Smiling…
Watching from behind those quiet eyes.
I am not fooled.
I look into those quiet eyes and see
A thousand questions, fears and passions
Roiling there.
She stretches, yawns…
Boredom’s essence,
Blinking sleepy, watching, quiet eyes.
And yet, I am not fooled.
We are connected,
This cat and I.
She can no more deceive me with those quiet eyes
And practiced boredoms
Than her I could deceive into believing
That ever I might tire of gazing
Deep into the mystery of her oh so lovely…
Quiet eyes.