Crouched unseen,

hidden in the canopy of leaves

of my tree castle,

I position my target.

The striped cat sleeps

in the flower garden below.

Mischief trembles through my body.

Ears back, muscles tensed,

I time my drop perfectly.

My claws extend as I silently fall

on that striped bundle

of sleeping fur.

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