You can give me a picture and I will talk about it.
Even the blank with simple lines around it.
Yet some are just too confounded.
With time I think I’ll sum it.
Still, this is rather nice,
And it draws my eyes.
Not just uncomprehending lines.
But furs, and sights of little size.
The picture of spots, I think I’ll call it.
And of the little world around it.
Numerous dots like eyes.
Giving a friendly ferocious guise.