The day's afterglow shines onto distant horizons,
the night birds sing lonely songs,
through one eye the masked tree watches,
the night begins to fall through silvered stars.

The heat begins to release from the earth,
muscles relax, letting go of the day's tensions,
leaves settle as the wind lays, no more energy,
a cooling darkness pervades.

Black Crickets invisible to the eye,
begin to buzz, thousands of them,
the quiet is destroyed by the cacophony,
until motion is sensed in the grass.

Silence grabs and squeezes like a fist,
so fast that even my breath stops,
then glowing eyes appear from the weeds,
green, yellow, shine, approaching.

Her black fur, sleek and glistening,
almost looks wet as she approaches
and jumps into my lap,
purring joins in with the crickets.