Sunday, October 20, 2013

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Disdain - Perfected


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