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Tiger's Stripe
By Scarrzz
Dry grass swaying,
calmly swaying
Underneath the robin's nest
Sun is shining,
burning brightly
Heat of summer, clouds unblessed
Thick savannah, unmown grasses
Ginger fur in hay unseen
Dreaming
as the noontime passes
Sleepy eyes of emerald green
Instinct stirs the resting tigress
Watching now through
slitted eyes
Something clicks inside her mind
She crouches
down to watch her prize
Upstairs window, looking
downward
I gaze in wonder at her stealth
Gone is now the
loving kitty
Enter in the Tiger's Stripe
It could
be fate, It could be nothing
That makes the robin take to wing
Alas, he chose the wrong direction
With feral grace the feline
springs
Twisting, turning, reaching, flying
Acrobatics,
claws, and teeth
Poor robin never knew what hit him
And Kitty
has a bite to eat.
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Copyright 2010 Scarrzz
Published on Friday, September 3, 2010.
Filed under: "Structured" and
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
This one was for you, Feral. Thanks for the inspiration.Comments on "Tiger's Stripe"
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On Friday, September 3, 2010, Malcholm Dark
(810)
wrote:
having cats I have seen this a time or two... well done, a fine feline piece... now if only they wouldn't leave the dead bird on the door mat as a present... write on
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On Tuesday, September 7, 2010, Scarrzz
(238) wrote:
Yeah, I've read they bring us these because they think we're such poor hunters & the are trying to "help out." *grin* I need all the help I can get.
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