She leans on the window frame, staring at daybreak,
her face soaks up the rays of the sun.
Green eyes focus on the hopping bluebird,
as it makes hunting prey seem fun.
He lies on the couch, glancing around the room,
his ears process one sound while the other one fades.
Blue eyes focus on the ceiling fan,
as the air meets resistance from its precision blades.
A young child bounces on their bed,
they sing a song in a soft voice.
Their hazel eyes focus on the door.
staying in their bedroom wasn’t their choice.
The family had been sitting at the breakfast table,
many voices lifted in rage.
Their eyes focused on the food before them,
then someone reacted inappropriately for their age.
It all began on the counter, in the kitchen,
dad was baking a loaf of banana bread.
His eyes focused on the recipe,
and he replaced sugar with salt instead.
They isolate themselves from each other,
no one accepts the blame.
Their eyes aren’t focused inward,
stubborn behavior is such a pathetic game.
An hour later they decide to meet,
one-by-one filing into the family car.
Six eyes focus on the road ahead,
thank goodness a restaurant is not too far.
As they gather around the breakfast bar,
selecting different items for their plate,
All eyes are focused on a loaf of bread,
they begin to laugh and hesitate.
The next morning the family gathers at the stove,
someone turns the page of the recipe book.
A collection of straining eyes,
give the next instruction a funny look.
The cook book sits in the garbage can,
dad claimed it wasn’t his fault,
The rat’s eyes stare at the open page,
the words say “add a half a cup of salt.”
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