As you can tell, I was bored.
As I stare ahead,
A hungry gaze meets mine,
Prying black eyes,
Face pressed to the bars,
I see in those eyes an emotion,
Black shards of rain filling the glare,
Flooding it with a dark feeling,
Staring right through me,
Fingers reaching under the eyes,
Almost to touch,
But I retreat,
Scared of the things I'm seeing,
In my hamsters hungry gaze.