Puma in the shadows Waiting there for me. Quiet and black and crouched, I see him there When I close my eyes. Only a golden outline Of his glowing eyes I see. He blinks when my eyes open And opens his eyes to see me When mine are shut. He sleeps while I am watchful, But at night when I'm asleep, He prowls around the darkness. He prowls all over me And waits for me to fall. But when I do, He will too, Into some new reality. Maybe there We'll be creatures of the light together, Or creatures of the night together. We won't care, As long as it's the same. - jenn