Old golden eyes

Look at you with your golden eyes

Staring at me, whiskers engaged,

Ready to pounce, or yawn, or sneeze

You just do what you please.

Golden eyes, not green or yellow

But gloriously strong in colour

You know what you want

As you stare at me

Food and cuddles

Clearly!

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