Graceful Paws of Death

From the shadows it watches

It  waits for the right moment

Licking its lips, thinking of its meal,

its hunger controls it, It can barley control its muscles

It sets itself up and prepares for a leap of doom

Dancing on its toes it leaps forward,

The unsuspecting prey has met its fate

The deadly hunter from the shadows is now sated,
 
but only its hunger, it now hunts for another thing.

Praise is now its prey, and searches with dead mouse in jaw.

It sees its new prey and slowly approaches, leaving the shadows without slow step.

Its is a human, and the this deadly hunter lays down what remain of its kill by the

It waits for its praise with curious eyes.

This silly hunter thinks the human its parent and shows off hunting skills.

Now petting the shadow hunter, he says two words.

Good Cat.

Reviews

[Senseless whatever]

Good write, nice imagery. You put the reader in the cats brain.