Across the way in a dark bar light echoes on the fringes of fur.
Are those sunken eyes or a pattern on the face to behold?
Is it the light or do the eyes drink in where they glance?

It's an unfolding, curious stare.
A dangerous gamble lies in the possibility of conversation.
A wonderland of troubles may be around any dark corner, but a life played safe never amounted to much.
How far does the trust go on a first encounter? How much should anyone spare?
Is he talking deeply or is it all a ruse?
He meanders from topic to topic but there's something unsaid.
In the night time it's hard to tell of the intentions within that head.

Rabbits tend to be friendly, but whom would want to end up...
Well, that may be better left unsaid.