Black coat and silver eyes,
what dances within,
you know but keep quiet,
your coat dances on wind.

Paws so silent,
no tracks left behind,
are you a ghost,
why must you hide?

The answer became clear,
upon the twilight,
you raised your head,
pulled back.

Releasing your jaw,
shoulders relaxed,
you let out a cry,
no reply came or followed.

The sound was mournful,
could it be that,
you are alone here,
in this world we call home?

Crackling twigs underfoot,
burrs caught in your coat,
fire and pain in your eyes,
what do you hide?

You want to fit in,
you seek only companionship,
but always you leave,
never have you stayed.

In the dead of night,
once again,
I hear you cry.