The innocent energy those baby blues held
still kept their vigor long after they faded to hazel-green.
It’s hard to recall the moment they became so wise,
those hazel eyes. They now looked older than their years.
It often pained me to see such innocence lost.
I wondered if I could have stopped it and at what cost.
Then one day, his prey games took a fateful turn.
Instead of chasing for sport, not knowing what else to do,
he ate that baby bird, and drew the life right out of it, too.
Now when I search the depths of those vibrant eyes,
I see the youth restored to my favorite feline’s face.
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