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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