Her chocolate brown eyes <br />Try to make sense <br />Of tall strangers <br />Speaking high pitched baby talk <br />Cooing over her like a newborn <br /> <br />She sits <br />Staring up <br />At her master <br />Bemused at all the fuss <br /> <br />But her tawny eyes <br />Nevertheless still radiate <br />Total devotion <br />Asking for nothing but <br />Strokes <br />Dinner <br />And walkies<br /><br />Rachel Flint<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cleo/
