Golden Eyes
By
John I. Blair
I’ve lived with many cats
Including this one nibbling at my thumb,
Her mottled fur just slightly coarse,
Round belly, rough tongue.
As I hold her, stroking her,
Looking in her golden eyes,
Listening to her chirping purr,
Feeling her softness on my skin,
I’m reminded of every
Golden-eyed, purring,
Pink tongued cat
I’ve ever held and stroked.
This one, no longer young,
Is unique, as she leans
Into my hand and talks to me
In words I understand.
©2019 John I. Blair, 11/27/2019
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