I stalk the night
Up and down the walls
Waiting for a fright
My black fur gleaming in the moonlight
As i glide over the walls
My green eyes give me good sight
As i look for my pray
I hear movement behind me
As a small mouse comes out
And runs up a tree
I slowly follow the mouse
And grab it between my teeth
I run to my house
My human will love this mouse
As this is the life of a cat
YOU ARE READING
friends that mean the world
Poesíaeach poem will be dedicated to one of my friends each couple of weeks
