An Inky Puddle

Sitting meditating
Next to the open
Front door
Fresh morning air
Wafts around me

My ‘Spidy-senses’ tingle
And what do I see as
I gaze out the open door

An inky puddle of shadow
With luminous yellow eyes
Just glided past my open
Front door
Then back again
And again
And again

–LE – 8/12/25