Cat's Eyes
Some
times
I don't
know where to
look. Embarrassment
or humor floods me, I flush red,
instinctively I turn away. Not so a cat, who
isn't too particular when senses flare and will present a paw, an ear, his rear.
He can, not caring which salutation is ideal.
He bats his non-committing eyes
and fans his fine tail
across the
nearest
dear
face.
