The eyes

• Lindsay Hope, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2004

The eyes that watch you in the dark.
That follows you as you move every step.
No thought or dreams behind those eyes.
No reflection of thought they have ever kept.

Those cold, cold yellow-green eyes;
Unblinking, unmoving, just staring and staring.
Almond shaped and black from bottom to top,
They just stay there, waiting, ready and rearing.

Then your mind ticks over and you know what they will do,
But you stay there, dumbstruck with your mind going faint.
Its claws grab your ankles and bring blood full and true,
Then it bites again harder with you going white and quaint.

You scream then wake up, sweating all over.
It is only a dream. Made up in your head,
It is something unreal, full of fiction a fake.
While the cat purrs mildly at the end of you bed.