Moon’s eye gazes, surface-still,
reflections’ sheen on slow-cold;
water guards your deep so well.
Silence bears deer tension,
wild cat scent is just another
hunt without a start-line.
A stone falls in the lake and
caution circles, intuition’s
pale light glances filmy glaze.
No one dares to stay, see you
stare-down fear, illusion’s pose,
see you move all ways at once.
This so needs an edit!! Ario? … *grin