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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About the Creator
M.g.M
Writing is my creative tool to express emotional triggers and learn to adapt and excell my personal path of healing and linguistic wordsmithing. A lot of what I write does not always make it here. Most from now on will be here.
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
Comments (1)
like the way the style of this poem is different...