Moving swiftly on the floor While chasing its prey, With eyes wide open, whiskers swerving, Ears standing still; Surprisingly frolicking its victim In t...

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.

Winston Soldevilla in poetbay.com (27 March 2012)
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