#346
Mind The Mystery
His mind's a joyful mystery,
For I see that Someone's there;
Behind the mask of soft brown eyes,
A curious, quizzical stare.
I pat his head with fond delight,
I scratch behind his ears;
I give him furious belly rubs
To calm his thunder fears.
I hold him when the vacuum roars,
I worry about his back;
But what goes on behind those eyes,
No one but God can track.