She observes, Her stare intense yet clam . She can see through illusion , thrive beyond illusion . She can see true self of others , their weakness , their strengths .
Do not scared with her stare but , Fear her wisdom , spoken by silence ! The more she sees ,the less she sound .
Her defense is her colours She can blend into the surroundings , She's a nemesis Difficult to spot even if visible .
If you are a threat to her territory Better watch your back from her talons . You surely don't want to be her prey
She is intense . She will mantle you , Not to protect but to finish you off , Without leaving any trace behind .
Her keen hearing sense , you cannot escape . She can hear you scuffling from outrun . She can sense your decoy , Even if you're buried in snow .
So tell me how you will veil those eyes which can see through dark .
This poem is a indirect description of my unconscious self which is actually conscious but hidden from the world .