A Poem

OK, so I know I am supposed to be writing about grammar, but as I was out back reading this morning, I witnessed an event that inspired another poem, and had to get it out before I lost it. I still have every intention of getting another one up here today. Patti, I blame you for getting me started ;-) As of yet, I haven't thought of a title for the poem. I welcome suggestions.... Enjoy!

The cat dashes with

Astute, ancestral strides.

The bird takes flight with

Instant, instinctual wings.

Narrowly escaping, alive,

He takes refuge above.

The miniature, menacing eyes below

Pace for a moment,

Then, spot something.

With a sudden, silver smirk

The little lion's mane disappears

Into the thick, green brush.

In an instant, the hidden home

Becomes a treacherous trap.

An un-hatched egg,

The precious, fragile gem,

Is now under the supervision

Of a cannibalistic caretaker.

Flipping, fretting, flying,

The small bird frantically flits back and forth.

Chirping, chattering, choking,

His piercing call agonizingly insistent.

But it is all to no avail.

His inconsequential clamor

Fails to flush the monster

Hidden within.

Soon, his voice will grow tired,

His wings will forget the fight,

As his image of the

Yellow-eyed devil

Fades to

Naught.

Passively, I sit and wonder if

The full-bellied feline is still there,

Waiting,

For the inevitable return,

Or if he has lost interest,

And moved on

To some other deadly game.