26 July 2012
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.
Green Eyes. • Opuss № I