Primal Gaze

In the depths of ancient eyes, a story unfolds, A testament to the wild and untold. The primal gaze, a window to the soul, A reflection of the mysteries that make us whole. The fur, a canvas of texture and hue, A dance of light and shadow, forever true. The face, a map of wrinkles, etched with time, A topography of experience, a tale sublime. In this moment, we are drawn into the night, A world of mystery, where shadows take flight. The eyes, like lanterns, glowing bright and wide, A beacon in the darkness, a heart that abides. The beauty of the wild, a treasure to behold, A reminder of the magic that never grows old. In the primal gaze, we find our own true face, A reflection of the wildness that we can't erase.