Green Eyes

The sky's
green eyes
impatient wait
in the chill night air;
grow big, dilate,
a luminous stare
like the strange green eyes
of a cat in the gloom
of a great dark room.

And yet
once let
the moon walk by,
and every green eye shrinks,
to pin-holes,
close and sly,
small narrow chinks
like a cat's eye-slit
when a lamp is lit
with a sudden glare
in a great dark room.