The Hunter
Silky, black coat, shinning in the dull moonlight,
Soft paws padding,
One in front of the other,
Along the thin fence,
The long tall grass was decorated with glistening spots of rain,
It made a quiet brushing sound as it rubbed against the fence with the
gentle breeze,
His white socks fluroescent.
Without breaking stride,
He leaps to the ground,
Landing silently,
Ears twitchting,
Listening for sounds too high for our dull human ears.
Bright green eyes,
Scanning the darkness for any sign of movement,
Long tail whipping from side to side,
A warning.
A mouse skitters to a stop in front of him,
Grey fur ruffling as he searches,
Whiskers twitch,
Eyes bulge,
Ears jolt.
He spots the cat,
The cat freezes,
Flexing his soft white paws,
Claws appear.
He pulls back his mucles and releases them,
Pouncing,
The mouse darts away,
Like grey lightening.
And so the chase begins.
