The Cat Poem by Jinx Natta

Silence is as the world may be in this moment of peace and rest.
The gentle wind rustles as the unfamthomable hunter slinks through the world.

Amber eyes shining,
As pointed ears locate the prey.
Fathom not the hunter,
For the Mona Lisa is understandable,
When you reach into the depth of this mind.

A long tail,
Ebony as the vanishing sun,
Whisks for balence as the hunter perches on the edge of the world.
Paws prepare for the moment of flight,
Across the unmeasurable gap.

Lithe body launches skyward,
landing without the slightest trace of sound.
Coal nose scents the air for the slightest trace of its prey.

World sharpens as the hunter preys for its mighty game,
Stalking through the forest as a ghsot may haunt moors,
Garnet refracts from the dying sun,
As the world stills from fear of the mighty.

Coy head flts around to settle on the nearest,
Floating as if on winged paws,
The hunter strikes.

Raising its head the kitten scampers away,
carrying its prize of a dead mouse.