Assassin of the Woods

October 9, 2008
In the dark foliage,
behind the house.
Something is there,

Waiting there motionless,
like a part of the woods.
Ready to charge.
Ready to pounce.

It eyes its prey.
Crouched in position,

Suddenly there is movement,
chaotic but brief.
Bringing the woods alive,
just for a moment.

Out comes a cat,
dirty and wet.
Bringing a robin,
to his best friend.

Down goes the robin,
right at my feet.
A present for me,
“How thoughtful”, I think.

Tweeting no more,
its song of joy.
The bird on the ground,
limp as can be.

Back into the woods,
the little lion ventures.
On the prowl once again,

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