Poetry month -- Day 29 -- sort of

For today I chose a Triolet. It is an eight-line poem; lines 1, 4 and 7 are the same, as are lines 2 and 8. (So really, it is only five lines of poetry.)


29 – Triolet

Gold of eye, lavender of ear,
Chloe cat, where are you hiding?
Under the bed searched, you’re not there,
Gold of eye, lavender of ear.
Strange scratches are emanating
From inside the reclining chair.
Gold of eye, lavender of ear,
Chloe cat, where are you hiding?