A poem along the lines of another I wrote, called "The Sound Of A Cat By The Garbage Cans", which you can find earlier in my profile. Please do comment.

focused feline face

stares tightly

where the stream

meets the pond

looking to kill

things moving

not quite quickly

enough to catch

shelter

deeper in the watergrass

slowly

forgetting fear

forgetting the innocent

psychopathic vulture

still hunched

over fields ripe

with dead minds

its only thought

to kill

to kill

its only warning

fishbone whiskers

drifting closer

with the fog

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Thanks for reading and please comment!

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Comments (11)
  • Petalm on Oct 12, 2009

    I can feel the tension.

  • Chris Stonecipher on Oct 12, 2009

    I enjoyed reading your poem. It is well written. Thank you for sharing.

  • cardy on Oct 12, 2009

    I really enjoyed this poem, nice work from you.

  • kellyme86 on Oct 12, 2009

    You describe things so well. I can see everything you are referring too.

  • willie wondka on Oct 12, 2009

    i can visualise the cat stalking the fish in the pond, they are excellent hunters, good poem.

  • wonder on Oct 12, 2009

    Like the selection of the topic, good poem,Well composed.Spontaneous.

  • wonder on Oct 12, 2009

    Like the selection of the topic, good poem,Well composed.Spontaneous.

  • Darla Cooke on Oct 13, 2009

    Great poem! I really enjoyed reading it.

  • giftarist on Oct 13, 2009

    Nicely done..I enjoyed reading it.. :)

  • papaleng on Oct 14, 2009

    A good read.

  • Prettywolf on Oct 14, 2009

    It was very well written. Good job

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