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