The cat kept crawling ahead.
Its ears angled back for a streamlined attack.
The whiskers feeling the way through the long grassy patch.
The hypnotic blinking by the feline hunter put the prey in a daze.
Stuck in a hypnotic trance, the prey lost its chance.
The feline launching from its haunches easily pinned the prey.
With caterwauling fully ensued it was no time at all that the prey was subdued.
With a swat of the paws and teeth in its neck, that's all it took, as the prey shook and shook.
Now let me tell you what happened next.
The feline and prey started to play.
It was a mamma and cub,from the same family or club.
Teaching survival and hunting for food.
The feline again had scampered away.
Only to hunt her cub from yet another way.
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Vinn Black
Being iny late fifties, and understanding that I may be ADHD, this could explain a lot of my past, past actions and choices. At this point I use AI for focus, clarity and to keep me on track.
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like the way the style of this poem is different...