Cat Summers


The Predator - Poem by Cat Summers

Busy ants,
Moving mechanically,
Hundreds of soldiers,
Marched in rows,
Pitter Patter of their tiny feet,
Lost to the sound of the wind,

Pacing cat,
Wired with Anxiety,
Slowly crouches,
Alert and attentive,
Eyes locked onto the little creatures,
Scampering about like buzzing TV static,

Cat watching,
Eyes darting back and forth,
Cat ready,
Steady...
Leap...
Fly...
Soar...
Pounce...
Capture!


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 7, 2005



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