The Stray.

Her eyes are green during the day - a bright, warm color that reminds me of laying in the grass in the front yard of my childhood home, squinting up at the sun and clouds. She brushes against my legs and talks sweetly to me. At night, however, her stare turns cold. There's barely a hint of the day's warmth in them. The green has leaked out to be replaced with the guarded grey eyes looking back at me with warning. She moves back as I step towards her and tenses, ready to flee. So I back off and am content to merely watch her.