The cat

Moving swiftly on the floor
While chasing its prey,
With eyes wide open, whiskers swerving,
Ears standing still;
Surprisingly frolicking its victim
In the mid summer's day.
I wonder if the cat would really
Dare to go for a kill.






Poetry by Winston Latanafrancia Soldevilla
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Written on 2007-09-24 at 11:08

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