E. R. Smith, 2018
Wonder about those eyes curling around me,
as I lick my treat,
Orbs sailing all about me, weighing hide,
Want to whisper of my afternoon, loving,
splayed laid rough
Pressure buildup, squeezed, long way past
Upraised eyebrows assess my calves, amused wonder,
Oh if only I were interested to share their world of plunder?
Sigh, eyes roll, my soul, should I testify?!
Rally against ignorance, fatal misjudgements, apprize?
Lay bare all facts, artifacts, demonstrate false surmise
But to lift these lids, No!
Ignorance deserves no prize.