They wait and they watch

The twilight people

In the liminal space

Between awake and asleep

Their eyes stare always

Sometimes they come close

Sometimes from a distance

They never speak

Sometimes they are men, sometimes women

Dogs or cats, lions or wolves

Sometimes they are only eyes

Eyes that never blink

They are waiting when you go to sleep

In the liminal kingdom of Hypnagogia

Waiting to watch you

Waiting to scare you into wakefulness again.