the cat
full of ancient wisdom
learned
through the centuries
lies hunched
in the shadow
below the bush,
patient with
claws drawn,
just out of site
of the bird feeder
and its
sway of life
upon it. the flutter
of wings,
the pinching of beaks
against each nut
or seed.
in time one bird
will alight
upon the ground
and quickly the cat,
its patience rewarded,
will strike
in a pounce. it's always
been this way.
the hunter,
the hunted.
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