Winking at me in amusement it waits.
Squatting in the shadow
of the deeperest, darkerest recess
it's silent colours evade my eye.
Details camouflaged, black on black,
my gazing back renders no clues.
Blink, blink, blink, blink . . .
It's red eye warning of danger.
"Red alert. Raise shields Mr. Sulu."
Green eye lingers, open,
as if to lure me before it,
to lull me into believing the promise.
Dare to draw closer.
"Feed me."
Whir, whiz, whine, clunk.
More eyes open.
The beast, fully awake,
feasting on my futile frustration . . .
I contemplate a drop kick as I wave the remote.