Crouching low
In the glow
Of the pale moonlight-
A prowling cat,
Sleek and fat,
Is stalking through the night.
Half-concealed
By edge of field,
In and out of light,
Soft and silent,
Swift and violent
Stalking through the night.
* * *
"A cat on the prowl
Is prey to the owl"
(or coyote in Molly's case)
* * *
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Oh...Dear little Molly!
I have a cat.
I understand you.
I am sad.
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