Tickling

On the hunt

I track my prey to the living room

it lays there on it's stomache

sprawled on the floor

gaze intent on the television

quietly now, not a sound

I slink arround the corner

and hide behind the chair

a foot swings lazily in the air

I watch it intently

follow it's rhythm

I flick my eyes up again

good, still preocupied

sneakily, I slip accross the floor

and snatch the foot right out of the air

nimble fingers dance swiftly

accross the sole of the trapped apendage

a shriek and my prey reacts

jerking and dancing to my tune

I smile, switching targets

his knees produce a much stronger reaction

in moments I have him helpless beneath me

and then I see it

the coveted remote control

fast as lightning I snatch it up

making my retreat to the couch

smiling at my win I watch

waiting for retaliation

there, he pounces, I dodge

another shriek as I attack again

No! He's got me! Must counter

Yes, I've got the advantage

but suddenly the prize is gone

we stop, confused

looking up the answer comes

"Mom!"