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

---

Click on author's byline for bio and list of other works published by Pencil Stubs Online.