The cat

Moving swiftly on the floor
While chasing its prey,
With eyes wide open, whiskers swerving,
Ears standing still;
Surprisingly frolicking its victim
In the mid summer's day.
I wonder if the cat would really
Dare to go for a kill.

Poetry by Jose Winston Soldevilla
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Written on 2012-03-27 at 13:41

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm a cat person so the title grabbed me.

Nice opening line :-)


Love cats, love this poem :-)

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