Look in Amber Eyes

It was a quiet autumn morning in an old forest. The golden colors of autumn intertwined with the remaining greenery from summer. The sun peeked shyly down through the leaves. There was complete silence; not even a woodpecker was knocking.

The empty forest road was covered with a brown carpet of fallen, slowly rotting leaves. Suddenly, there was a slight movement in the distance. It was hard to recognize the shape from afar.

After a moment, however, the outline of the animal became clearer. It was him. He moved gracefully and unhurriedly, checking for scents on both sides of the road. He stopped for a moment, then continued forward, getting closer and closer.

His dark fur perfectly matched the surrounding golds and browns. He "floated" softly on his paw pads. He approached very, very close, then halted. He looked with attention and full concentration. The long gaze of his sharp amber eyes was etched in my memory and heart, all in complete silence.

Then, he left.