With eyes of
amber,
With paws
of grace,
The cat
stalks in shadow;
Her heart
beat steady-paced.
Her paw
steps light,
She haunts
the night,
Ready for
the race;
A tiny
shape,
Her mouth
agape,
The cat begins
the chase.
Under a
full moon,
The cat
pursues her prey.
Through
grass and under bracken,
She'll hunt
till break of day.
Her paw
falls like lightning,
She
quickens her pace.
The predawn
sky brightening,
She leaps, victory shining in her
face.
© Hannah Scarlett 2011
Very nice, did you come up with this because of warriors or watching a cat? Also who's the cutie in the picture? I liked it.
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