Night Stalker

Silently, stealthily he winds his way,
Utilising the dark recesses,
Creeping up on unsuspecting prey
Made helpless in his deadly caresses.

Through the darkness, feel his power!
Lesser creatures should beware,
For if by chance you see him glower,
You will wish yourself elsewhere.

Bewhiskered hunter, King of Night,
His gleaming fangs will give you pause.
All the mice on the block turn white with fright
When the Devil-Cat flexes his claws.

poem by Dawn FerrettReport problemRelated quotes
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