Cat Eyes

The bus trudged and rumbled in the darkness up the mountain pass, flanked by the tall trees of the old forest on the edge of the Indian provinces. “June, are you awake? Look out the window – just there…”, her dad said softly. Only his grey eyes with orange flecks were sensitive enough to see the yellow eyes of the jungle cat watching the bus edge along the road crossing through the forest.

Both creatures considered the other. She saw its darkness, the sprawled outline resting on a bough, its tail swishing. The cat felt the curious eyes solemnly considering her behind the dirty glass of the smelly noisy. The feline yawned.

Father and daughter looked at one another, smiling at the experience – living poetry. Everyone else was asleep on the bus, it was just them and the driver who were awake. Her dad considered her bright eyes, always so full of wonder. She’d stayed awake for as long as she could, for as long as he was awake. His tough little tomboy, he liked that about her, she made his heart full.

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