Watching Eyes

Laying in the corner, just staring at me
It would surprise you what those blue eyes can see
Even though it seems like she doesn't care
She is constantly aware
Of my every move.
She follows me around the house
As if trying to find a little mouse
She rips across the room like a bolt of thunder
What she's after, I often wonder?
When the day is over, it's time to retire
But tomorrow's another day for her mischievous desire.

Tara J. Carlson