The Black Cat

Its eyes were yellow, as round as the moon they were gazing at. 

The sky was pitch black. The wind was cold. There was nothing but the sound of silence. Yet, the gentle, luminescent light of the moon cut through the eeriness, casting a soft glow on the ground.

The cat, as dark as the pitch black sky, sat on a branch of a dying tree, gazing at the moon. It didn’t move. It didn’t make a sound. It just watched.

When the clouds came and blocked the moon, the cat jumped.

The cat vanished from sight.

A human appeared.

image credits to Rachel Friedrich @ Pinterest