The crouching cat in stillness looked above.
Without a sound or motion there he watched.
That predator beneath the tree ditched love.
Another victory would soon be notched.
A squirrel scurried up and down the trunk.
Between the leaves and sunlight she did play.
With patient eyes the feline spied and slunk
The feast he planned would satisfy his day.
Nonchalantly, scampering, squirrel teased.
A little closer to the cat she came.
Her vibrant running up and down did please.
The cat and squirrel play a deadly game.
Then, teasingly the squirrel came so close.
A lunge! But squirrel maintained life; speed bestows.
Ó April 18, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Form: English Sonnet
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Debbie and Cyndi's Sonneteers
Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi