They
They stare,
with there cat eyes.
Follow me,
Until they seen and satisfied.
Follow me like a tail,
Until I say go away.
Like snakes,
Hissing and gossiping.
They stare,
with there owl eyes.
Turning heads,
Three hundred and sixty degrees
Around.
By Marrika123
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PoetryWelcome to Sleepyhead Poetry! Full of my original poems. 'A glance into my imagination' -Marrika123 ❌Do not claim poems as your own❌
