Felattitude

His grey eyes barely visible
in between green blades of grass

though crouched he stood
in readihood

his hunting skills first class.

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The breeze was in his favor
plus, he was hidden in tall reed

an awkward stance
will eat circumstance

so his best is what he'll need

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A polished element of surprise
and rehearsed moves he knows so well

he's honed each skill
with intent to kill

quietly longing for death's smell

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All surrounding circumstances
fade clean away for each cat;

they couldn't care less
so what? If they make a mess

they practiced looking like they meant to do "that