Watcher

Eyes dark yellow,in pale moonlight,
Powerful form,keen eyesight.

Long brown hair, it flows with a breeze.
He stands six foot two on his knees.

A shadow moves,it slides by.
they don't know,unseeing eyes.

Watching closely,from quite near,
He hears sounds foreign to his ear.

Fingers feeling clothes on a line,
He smells faint scents, ahhh... so divine!

Longing for more close contact,
He knows that he must not act.

A thinking soul, emotions many.
He can't figure them out,or can he?

Curious about his next of kin,
You know the ones,pink hairless skins!