The Eft

[Nacht-Jagen]

My hand caresses your warm cheek
For it is affection you seek.
The night air chills us as we weep
We close our eyes and start to sleep.
I awake to see that you have left
In your place, it seems, there is an eft.
The tiny eft crawls along my hand
Its dull claws feel soft yet hard, like sand.
I stand, broken, unable to speak
As it falls, the eft gives out a shriek.
It lands with a sharp thud and instantly dies
It is then I notice, the eft has your eyes.

[hannah_arendt]

I would get rid of the rimes and read it one more time.