What goes on behind those amber eyes?
What does she see?
Does she wonder where we go when we disappear?
Or how and why she travels from there to here and back again?
Are her dreams filled with images of squirrels and geese?
Or are they more bent towards soup bones and steak scraps?
Perhaps she plans her escape.
Waiting patiently for me to drop my guard affording her the freedom to run at will.
Does she know we love her?
Would she ever run away for good?
What goes on behind those amber eyes.
I wonder.
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