The Cat

The silent stalker
waiting for the kill
stalking the prey
crouched ominously still

Eyes glinting green
with a faint amber sheen

shining claws
pounding paws

crouched low
leaping up
landing on its
prey with a
sudden thump

swift stroke
it’s down for the count
blood is pooling around
the mound

The hunter is taking
a bite from its
plunder.
The Cat.