Eyebrows
Above your eyes you've got two strips with hairs all sticking out
And you can squinch them, knit them, raise them, wangle them about.
Indeed you could lift only one, to indicate suspicion,
Or else raise both, to show surprise, or lack of inhibition.
When angry you can rumple them, or spread them to look wise,
And when you're worried, you can bunch them up between your eyes.
What's funny is to cycle them in up-down, rolling motions,
And then to drop them flat. These things are chock-full of emotions.
They're really quite expressive, with a wide range of contortions,
But also they can come in many colors and proportions.
Some people keep theirs bushy, full of wild protruding hairs
While others tweeze and snip and yank and pluck shape into theirs.
(This seems to be quite painful, jerking hairs out one by one,
But lots of people do it, so I guess it must be fun).
They make them look like arches, or like swoops, or funny stencils,
Or shave them altogether, and then draw them back with pencils.
They can look thin and Spartan, simple contours on your face,
They can resemble caterpillars running in a race.
In certain cases, toward the center each one of them grows
Until they join into a single furrow at the nose.
But whether primped and manicured or prickly, grand and wild
These features help you wink, and frown, and growl, and hoot, and smile.
You might ask "well, what are they?" (If you do so, raise them high now).
And I'll cock mine out to the sides, and say, "They are your EYEBROWS."