Poetry

Silent steps over moonlit stones,
The scent of prey seeping in,
Tender droplets of saliva teasing lips,
The thrill of the kill an internal din

The target is soft, young and sweet,
Eyes dart, miss the fateful gap
Unaware of the ever-closing danger,
Bright life at mercy of the briefest snap

The victim stops in safety's lap
The step of the warm lit house
The lethal strikes comes!
The cat shakes the life from the tiny mouse.