I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
It seemed very much that way to me too. I downloaded a couple of pics of cats without brown fur… ones that appeared to have eye colors generally similar to “our” kitty’s eyes. I then cropped the images down to just the eyes, then compared; the colors were near identical. I think what’s making “our” kitty’s eyes unusual, is the fur color. Perhaps a very unusual pairing that makes its eyes appear different from others? Something happening in the way the human brain processes colors?
