My cat stares blankly at the wall Trying to hunt the light.She flicks her tail and starts to crawl, Eyes focused, fur upright.I watch her, silently, as she creeps Slowly towards her prey.I remain still, as if fast asleep For this is not child’s play.Her moving stops, she is readyTo jump up and attack.I see her ascend, now unsteady; I gasp, and she looks back. Her eyes are chasms, black holes throughout,And my flashlight goes quickly out.
