Inside this sleek and pointed head,
My eyes are luminous green,
They’re watching every move you make,
They’re accurate and keen
They watch you at the bench top,
They watch you to the fridge,
They watch you taking tin cans out,
And opening up the lids
They watch you everywhere you go,
Especially in the kitchen,
They want to see just what you’ve got,
Fish or lamb or chicken
But when it’s time to go to bed,
That’s when they seek your lap,
And they close inside my pointed head,
So I can take my nap
Comments
this is good morgan and I like your ryming in it I can see the cats eyes following the tin
Thanks. Yep, the eyes seemed to be the whole cat! She was always following everything, nutting it all out.
– Morgan MacLaren
I laughed and laughed….I’ve had lotsa cats….good writing:)
Thanks. Me too. I adore cats and I’ve always had a couple so I think I’ve got the hang of what they’re about now………feed me, feed me, feed me….
– Morgan MacLaren