Sand Cat Poem by Ima Ryma

This sand cat loves the desert night.
It's my best hunting time and place.
Quarry rarely escape my bite,
Once I have chosen to give chase.
Though water's scarce I need not much,
And tap most of it from my prey,
Falled victims of my fatal touch.
All unable to get away,
Such as the rodent I just ate
That thought was safely underground,
But only suffered the same fate
As most rodents that I have found.

I am like Christmas. Why? Because -
I am well known for sandy claws.