Her Green Eyes Poem by Juan Olivarez

Her green eyes are pretty,
They sparkle like dew.
My soft fluffy Kitty,
Purring mew, mew.

As she curls up in a chair,
And then gently purrs,
No worries and no cares,
Gently stroking her furr.

She's worn out and beat,
From prancing around.
Tripping over her own feet,
To dreamland she's bound.

Her day was a long one,
Of time she lost track.
No more bouncing in fun,
No more arching her back.

Now she's in a special place,
Where tiny cats go.
When they tire Of their pace,
And the dreams start to flow.

2/26/14 Alton Texas