He stalks after dark,
prowling in the shadows.
Creeping through the undergrowth,
slinking up the alleys.
Stalking his prey,
he creeps up, silent.
The faintest sound is heard
as he attacks!
His timing perfect,
his prey trapped by the throat.
He goes in for the kill!
The crunch of bone
as the hunted dies quickly.
Rats squeal in the alley.
Purring to himself,
he sits to eat his late night meal.
prowling in the shadows.
Creeping through the undergrowth,
slinking up the alleys.
Stalking his prey,
he creeps up, silent.
The faintest sound is heard
as he attacks!
His timing perfect,
his prey trapped by the throat.
He goes in for the kill!
The crunch of bone
as the hunted dies quickly.
Rats squeal in the alley.
Purring to himself,
he sits to eat his late night meal.
©2011 Trevor Litchfield
I love to watch them hunt...I have a couple cats, my Siamese Tinker is a great huntress. Patient, quiet, a climber and a jumper of gracious beauty. When she sees a deer mouse, katydids or a bird in the tree while sitting in my window she makes a cute sound and her back muscles move and curl. She looks at me to let her out. I know she brings me her catches to show what a great huntress she is...but she can leave them outside. My other animals are curious and watch her but they are clumsy like me....so she is the one who shall feed us...LOL
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