Moonlit Vigilance

In the depths of darkness, a presence stirs, A guardian of the night, with eyes that blur The lines between the wild and the serene, A macaque's gaze, like a mystic's sheen. The fur, a cloak of silvered gray, Catches the moon's pale light, and holds the day In abeyance, as if time itself were still, And in that moment, the world's wild heart is thrilled. The eyes, like lanterns in the dark, aglow, Illuminate the path, through forests deep and slow, A journey inward, to the soul's own core, Where wisdom waits, and secrets are stored. In this stillness, we find our own true might, A reflection of the wild, in the silent night.