The Staring Game

Playing peek-a-boo with Polly,
I spied her through the fence.
I think I made her nervous,
I think I made her tense.

She was a pretty good starer,
with those big black eyes.
I decided to end the game,
and I offered my good-byes.

She seemed to be a young one,
not a heifer or a brute.
All dressed up in black and white,
she was some serious cute.