The Thrill of the Hunt
Body pressed against the dead leaves,
The cat waits patiently.
A mouse appears sniffing the air,
For the predator who remains unseen.
The cat creeps closer,
Paw step by paw step,
Past the living trees.
A pounce, a thud, a shriek of despair.
And the cat raises its head to sniff the air.
Then it departs, tail held high,
Bringing the meal,
To where her precious kits lie.
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