Endless Autumn, Obligingly

The morning sun just rising, glaring; a damp, colder, workaday street ... fallen leaves scattered, Halloween mere days away: Suddenly: Startled by the workman: A stray, jet-black cat frightenedly slinking into utter darkness under a nearby porch. In the gloom, the cat all but disappears, save for its wide, pained, wild eyes staring back threateningly into the daylight: Disembodied eyes illumined, like molten gold blazing, dancing and hovering in gloom; eyes winking on and off, twin, sinister lamps, the brightest, most moribund yellow: The cat glancing aside, this way, that. And irridescence hanging in the hushed air about all and sundry, an apparition, fog slowly vanishes.