I imagine a midnight moment in a cottage. In the loneliness of the moonlit night, I seek out my unwitting prey as I cast my eyes across unfamiliar terrain.
Like a feral cat, I stealthily, stalk aimlessly, with uncertain, soft pads, tentatively feeling my way forward, towards...
...a pair of eyes which connect with mine, looking at me, thoughtfully, hungrily, wantingly. I freeze.
The other eyes move......as if, whatever it is,... is trying to evade capture, as indeed am I.
Within the matrix of glass panes, I see a man, deftly moving his hands across a page.
He tilts his head back a little, all the better to see outside.
His eyes blink, like he's taking a snapshot of what he can see in the all-enveloping darkness, and the soft glow of light which gently bathes the area beyond crystal.
The moment of capture, of something very precious, is getting closer by the second...
The eyes close, the mind sees without eyes, other senses will join in the hunt, the imagination runs riot, some untamed, breathing, living thing, turns and runs wild...the creative mind knows no bounds.
What the man sees, inside and out, is a reflection of himself...truly heisted.
About the Creator
Liam Ireland
I Am...whatever you make of me.
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