Cat’s Eye

March 20th, 2011 by Magdalena Tabor

What worlds are contained

Within its forty shades of green?

She watches me

From a faroff corner

As if unseen

But I must deem

I didn’t know

For the first forty seconds

Or so.

Her eyes, marbleized

Take me in.

Of what origin

This mistress of mischief

Deigns to feign innocence?

Ignoring my plea,

Forgotten me.

With a swish of the tail

I’m dismissed.

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