She has those striking eyes of an Owl .
She observes, Her stare intense yet clam .
She can see through illusion , thrive beyond illusion .
She can see true self of others , their weakness , their strengths .
Do not scared with her stare but ,
Fear her wisdom , spoken by silence !
The more she sees ,the less she sound .
Her defense is her colours
She can blend into the surroundings ,
She's a nemesis
Difficult to spot even if visible .
If you are a threat to her territory
Better watch your back from her talons .
You surely don't want to be her prey
She is intense .
She will mantle you ,
Not to protect but to finish you off ,
Without leaving any trace behind .
Her keen hearing sense , you cannot escape .
She can hear you scuffling from outrun .
She can sense your decoy ,
Even if you're buried in snow .
So tell me how you will veil those eyes which can see through dark .
This poem is a indirect description of my unconscious self which is actually conscious but hidden from the world .