My Cat

by 
Stuart Stotts

My cat hunts


out in the front


for birds and bugs


and mice and slugs.


He crouches low


moves very slow


silent and black;


he prepares to attack.


flexes his paws


curls his claws.


he's ready to spring


when his collar bells ring.


The bird flies up 
as my cat jumps.


He misses again.


So he comes on in


and begs to be fed


with canned food instead.

She thinks that the birds won't see her if she hides under the stool. Fat chance!