There she lies
with peering eyes
Looking- glaring- into the world outside.
And I wonder
does she ponder
whether or not,
I truly love her?
Do her eyes
see the world
in a different way then mine?
Does she see
the same green
that lies over the bushes and the trees?
Does she feel
the winter chill
from beneath
that brilliant coat?
Do she feel
the way I feel
or is that kind of thought,
beyond her?