Eight-line Poems

Inscrutable

Inscrutable

The tuxedo fits him like a glove;
he wears it as though born to this,
these privileged environments,
his natural habitat, his world,
and he still, silent, immovable,
as his gaze falls on you, a glance
penetrating to your very core,
his cat’s eyes narrowed in disdain.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 08.02.22
Prompt: As per illustration.