Prey Play Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

With an open door it starts
A flash of cat darts
Scampering out with a swing
Spurring the motion of things

Never content in a single place
A detective investigating a case
Crouching in a frozen pose
Ears cocked while in repose

Instinctive radar set in motion
As concentration controls emotion
Refraining from a revealing drool
A graduate from predatory school

On a mission to be completed
Never again to be repeated
Pounce… butterfly wings flutter
Evading paws…followed by a mutter

10/24/08