It creeps about seeking
A mouse to devour
Sniffing and pawing
It licks at the air
Half its ear has been torn
In a scrap of claws bared
A brief skirmish
With some
Other feral
Feline
Who might have been set to pounce
On a clean ****
But instead was left hungry
With nothing to fill
Its thin belly
And so
It continues to search
Gleaming eyes in the night
Are as bright
As a star
And I wonder
What goes
Through its mind
From afar
Try to beckon it over
To my open door
So my chronic rat problem
Might soon be no more
But it clings to the shadows
And scans about hawkishly
Prowling and preying
And eyeing me cautiously