Zorro

Her head up straight,
regal perfection.
Eyes following you
like a predator.
Just different intentions.
Different but similar.
Her sleek black body is sprawled
across the puffy gray
cushions of the couch.

Cool dark air whispers past
my cheeks, chilling them.
As I look up into the night sky 
I see no stars, no moon.
Clouds blot out all light
except the occasional headlights
that crest the hills before

She sat
on the bench
in her park. 
Well, it wasn't hers
but at the same time
maybe it was.

As she sat 
on that bench, 
she dug into 
her knapsack
(yes knapsack 

That puffy innocent
frozenness sure 
looks harmless from
the inside of my cozy warm house.

But, past expierence tells me 
it's not so seemingly harmless 
down your snowpants 

Orange and thick
it runs out of the bottle
like liquid happiness.

It creates a smacking,
popping, crackling muffled sound
as it fills my glass.

I peer down into it, 
the cold fruity smell

My breath catches in my throat as I watch them plummet to the floor shattering to pieces.