She has the look of disdain
perfected
Heavy lids shield her eyes
from me
and my antics
Boredom seeps from her visage
And her often animated,
bright, yellowish-green eyes
are dull
The rest of her body
is curled up
guarded
None of my frivolity
will affect
She turns her head away
as I croon
mock her stance
She is
unaffected
I reach to chuck
under her chin
playfully
She will have none
of that
She sashays away
her fluffy tail
up in the air
like her nose