Shadows drawn in as subtle night
drapes a blanket over bleakened sky;
a city sleeps to the soothing symphony
wove in ticks and tocks of their clocks
while in the darkness a silent shape is
cloaked in sleek and supple frame,
leaps from wall to wall, roof to roof;
its yellow eyes glowing bright.
None know whence it came, nor where
journey’s end for it might make, and
walking late at night they glance to the
shadows and there see its yellow eyes.