Stalking through the blackness,
Seeking out the night,
Panther-like in gracefulness,
Body pulled in tight.
Glowing eyes of cat-green,
Smirking at the dawn,
Pathetic rays of dying sun:
It seems so damned forlorn.
A penny for your thoughts, young man?
A Sleeper makes a pass...
And suddenly Green Eyes turns,
At the one who was so crass.
In a minute Sleeper's motionless,
And Green Eyes feels alive:
Night is full of promises;
Night is where he thrives.
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