Paul Winfrey
Jul 14, 2021

Cat

A cat slinks out of sight,
in the darkness, behind a car,
in the warm summer breeze.
It spears a mouse
with claws extended.
Glinting, giant, glowing eyes
reflect the lonely moon,
the streetlamp down the way,
instincts taut,
fur ruffled by the quiet wind,
stars shining in the night,
a silent scuffle,
the hunters pounce,
and a cat that slinks out of sight.

Paul Winfrey
Paul Winfrey

Written by Paul Winfrey

Poet/mystic/musician/author from Reno.

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