She's a Savage Killer
She’s a Savage Killer
She slides between unformed
Dark stealthy
Yellow blaze eyes
Implacable as they read
Deaths demise
By strangled throats
In needle merciless teeth
Blood is drawn
Cold in her domain
Demanding respect
She is the savage killer
Perfect
Only a slow guttural prowl
For the scent of fear
Slips silently
On razor claws
As she slinks and sniffs
Again
The succulent scent
Night and shadows
Her allies
Deadly camouflage intent
And again
The hunger
And the succulent scent
Of blood
Hunter of the wary and the weak
As black as the pride
Of any coals pit
A crouching
Playful
Face of death
She purrs
Content
Soft as unseen
Sprints and batters
The boarder flowers
While licking her lips
For the taste of blood
The feline killing machine
Pounces
( And as I open my garden gate Sophie my dark and black
and midnight cat. Leaves her prey to sidle slinky up to me
wrapping and purring round my ankles. I reach down, lift her up,
cuddle and tickle behind her ears as they twitch, listening,
to the half dead mouse intent on escaping )
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2009
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