The swallow kept my eye,
for a sixth of an hour,
before observing a cat
with almighty presence and power.
This feline affected me also,
making me an eternal predator.
Showered in blood, that of its victim’s,
Proud, purring, devouring torso.
It was proud of this blood,
as far as I understood anyway.
Like war paint.
A declaration.
I enjoy the kill.