The cat,
sleek is its steps,
sleek is its moves,
prowling through the night,
...
You shiver and shake with the power of thousands of earthquakes as
you walk on to the stage, as the audience blankly stares at you, searing
...
Peace, absorbed by the lush enviorment,
the peaceful mind,
raped by war and hatred,
a war raged on for an everlasting,
...
Heart pounding,
like the steady beat of a drum,
as you glare into the eyes of beauty,
feelings bottled up inside,
...
The peaceful melody,
ringing through the halls,
as the church bell crys its mourningful cry,
tears splashing against the pavement,
...
The peaceful chatter,
ringing through night,
like the talk of the trees,
as the wind whistles by.
...
My name is Jacy Anderson. I am in the seventh grade. I love cats, and enjoy reading, writing, music, and watching the elegance of cats.I hope you enjoy my writing, and poems. Thanks To: My mom and dad, for giving me support and monitoring my page.)
The Night Prowler
The cat,
sleek is its steps,
sleek is its moves,
prowling through the night,
ready for a fight,
a nocturnal god,
the night prowler.