Teen Ink

It was surgical exactness.
The bent feline tilts its head –
Whites, tans and browns lifted from the grass
As it manages its haunches.
Its spiked teeth gnaw –
Tiny needles of the grisly surgeon –
Bone forcing through
Veins and tissue.
Carefully, it tucks its feet
Drains the blood from her victim’s neck.
It creates a mess in the yard –
Blue and yellow tufts
With dark blood spilling onto the ground.

Its body is tense,
Trembling in keenness of a job well done.
Its brutality is a natural gift –
Claws and jaws are its to use.
It is excited by the chase: the hunt –
It loves the odor it produces.
It likes to watch the flies envelop thetiny corpse –
Black bodies crowding in to lay their eggs
In the warmest of places.
The beast feels a rush when leaving the dead –
Exact slicing –
A small head left to lie across the yard.
She is a killer.