Above the filling clusters of people,
fluttered moths and insects of night
in the revealing rays of stadium light,
who care not for the flight of beetles
when echoed growls follow the rite
and crackles of colored light,
while monsoon brought no evils
only drizzle colored grey against night.
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.