A cat pushes
Out of the bushes
After a flickering tail

He is stalking
Never walking
He slides around a rusty pail

Like a practiced ballerino
He glides on the tips of his toes
His hunting techniques never fail

He comes close
And goes still
As if striking a pose
Then he pounces
As if pounding a nail

He hears something in the nearby ferns
And stops. Acting unconcerned
Like he’s just looking around
On his way to the mail

He quickly carries off his prey
His third glorious catch of the day
And that is the end of this tail