The Cat

The Cat

The Cat slips through
The tall green grass

Like the cool winter breeze
Flows through the trees.

As it lows itself
To get ready to pounce

It’s almost-like camouflage
Against the cool damp ground.

The cat’s as graceful as
A ballerina, and as liber as a lion.

The cat pounces but
Makes no sound.

Finally taking out his prey
Like a silent ninja.





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