LOVE IN THE DARK

 #3 : Preying on YOU

The moon hangs pale,

illuminating a malevolent halo.

A petite kitty wanders,

ignorant of the shadow stalking near.

From the haunted dusk,

a velvet prowler eyes

farshadow with quiet intent.

With a surge like shadow gusts

the velvet prowler pounces,

the petite kitty darts,

through the whispered shadow,

paws scatter on midnight slabs & ashen leaves

dusky shapes entwine,

a whispered waltz of predator & prey.

Paws scramble, whiskers quiver,

the petite kitty gasps

beneath the velvet clutch

teeth meeting fur in a swift,

silent claim.