Moonlit Vigilance

In the depths of night, a sentinel watches, A guardian of shadows, a keeper of tales. The macaque's gaze, like lanterns bright, Pierces the darkness, a path it prevails. With fur as silver as the moon's pale light, It stands vigilant, a mystic, silent might. The eyes, like ancient wisdom, hold the night, Reflecting secrets, a story untold, a guiding light. In this portrait, a tale of wildness sleeps, A testament to nature's mystic keeps. The texture of its fur, a softness to the touch, Invites the viewer to a world unseen, a mystic clutch. The chiaroscuro dance, a play of light and shade, Reveals the beauty in the unseen, the mystic displayed. In this moment, the macaque is free, A spirit unbound, a soul wild and carefree.