Eyes

Eyes like marbles,
cool and green,
with black glass beads blown within.

A startled glance,
your whiskers twitch,
your radar ears are

ready for
each touch of air.
What thought interprets

sounds in there?
In that small skull, that fur cavern, 
my table companion,

you sit, nose to book, pencil push,
as if you could catch
words in your paws.

Your life laws
are scent and tongue,
yet you pad my pen

along the wood,
its twirling knock
changes your mood

from snooze to play,
from pensive to gay,
your green marble eyes bright and fey.

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