A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, a14 – blank verse poetry.
This was originally written as 12 syllable lines but wound up overall too short, and the good thing about blank verse is that the rhythm of the words allows the lines to be split into a different number of syllables more easily, so I simply cut the lines in half. That did result in a couple oddballs like retract splitting itself amongst two lines, but it's not unheard of in poetry so I'm employing it here. You'd think after all the time we spend listening to heart-beats, I'd be better at this rhythm, but na-da. I'm too much of a freeverse poet at heart me thinks.
She with Sweet Eyes
Sweet eyes she has. Soft glance
at his bitter features
and she gently strokes his
tail; he softly quivers.
Like a cat, his claws re-
tract. His purr is content.
This time…it won't always
be there, but he wants her
to stay, here, forever.