The Cat Poem by conrad cheung

The cat’s eyes shining like stars in a pitch black night
His shining pelt gleaming in the ominous light

His nails as sharp as knifes
To take away creatures lives

His stance as still as the floating mist
His pounce is all in his wrist

His pride roaring like fire
People like him never tire

His destiny is to survive
To shred things that are live

His whiskers as thin as hair
He really is something to fear