"Your eyes, my dear...
I must have them."
I imagined that my cat was a man who stole things from people. Important things, like years and thoughts and feelings.
And then I found myself unable to fully comprehend who terrible it would be to lose something so precious.
-What did you think of this piece?
-Are there parts you liked best? Least?
-Does this poem make you feel anything? If so, what?
-Can you apply is to a time in your life