Denver the Cat

She sits watching me, pupils growing
Ears tucked back, tail flowing.
Her fur covered face releases a purr.
Ready to strike, she leaps, accuracy sure.
The target?  My ankles- she latches.
I shriek and yell, she runs, and watches.
She watches, waiting for her chance.

Her chance to strike.

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