Otto Ray Sing

I've been suffering from writer's block, so I sat down and just started to do a freewrite. I'm very new to poetry, but this looks like it might have some possibilities.

She sits there by her food dish;
her blank eyes staring at me.
I only can guess what is her wish.
Beyond those eyes I cannot see.

For hours even a whisker she does not twitch.
I beg to know what is her desire?
She mocks me with eyes of a witch.
My actions do magnify her deepest ire.

Her body is buried deep under the towering Oak.
Yet there she is; her form I plainly see.
I feel I'm the recipient of a cruely played joke.
That darn cat will be the death of me yet.

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shadowseer

hmm...i don't know how i fell about this. YOur rhyming seems forced, and then when you deviate from it at the end, it throws me off. Either picka rhyme scheme and stick with it or don't rhyme. That's just my prefrence.

You're right thoug, it does have potential. I'd rework it a little, for sure.

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Otto Ray Sing

Actually I think I'll rework it a lot.

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We grow too soon old, and too late smart.