She stalks her prey
In short grass cut last week.
She hunts this way,
Fur laid back and sleek.
She is a concrete cobra
A grass stalking stray.
Performing outdoor yoga,
Hunting in her driveway.
The world owes her nothing,
Nor is she in any debt.
She only enjoys hunting,
And she poses no threat.
She is simply a cat
Who dreams of catching bugs
Who knows no land of fat
Who resembles the greatest of thugs.
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This is really cool. I love the imagery. 😀
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Glad you think so! Truth be told, she is not a great hunter 😂
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Love this poem, and love cats ❤
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