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.