The GPS failed
At the summit of the empty trail
I’ve reach the moon; coloured pale
Lies the rest of the vale
The GPS failed
At the summit of the empty trail
I’ve reach the moon; coloured pale
Lies the rest of the vale
Sprung darkness marks light,
when so swift dawns night,
feet echo past light and sight.
The bright might of feline eyes,
out of sight under human skies,
scrutinize under shadowed guise.