My Creepy Cat
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It is frightening how my sweet, cuddly cat can change,
Into a sinister and menacing hunter intent on stalking her prey;
She loves the garden and always lays beneath cool leaves,
But is just waiting, watching, and planning a bloody kill.
And from her hiding place she comes creeping, creeping,
Slithering, edging up inch by inch, skulking some little animal;
Teeth chattering and emitting a deadly rattling eerie sound,
Her eyes a fixed stare and her body intense and tensed.
This snuggly pet of mine is a predator with true speed,
Hiding, stalking, pouncing and chasing learned with her toys;
She likes to prolong the event and thus the creeping,
And then, she leaps and it is very scary for a moment.
But the tickle of her bell, alerts the bird to fly far away,
And the mouse to slip into it's hole again safe and sound;
Then with a meow and sweet purr, she comes creeping,
Creeping home, happily without a dead thing in her mouth.
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October 11, 2015
Poetry/Verse/My Creepy Cat
Copyright Protected, ID 15-716-307-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Best October Poem,
sponsor, Skat
Fourth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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