she had green eyes

undernourished

on this

small

meal of small talk, i drift

off

and stare

at the cat in the corner,

licking

it's paw,

then rubbing said paw

against

it's ear.

she's beautiful in her

grey fur

and her white

scarf around her lovely

neck.

her green eyes

would make Cleopatra

jealous.

what's her name,

i say out loud to no one.

who,

they say in unison.

her,

and then i point 

to the cat as she

runs off

bored too, i imagine.