Cat

Cat

sometimes, 

when the sun is too low to shine,

I think of her.

her eyes seemed fake,

too blue,

for something so common.

how easily I was drawn in,

those soft vibrations breaking past,

all reasonable defences.

when her claws came out, 

I shrieked, but did not run.

not so common,

it seemed.

pure-blooded predator launched,

unleashed,

a silent but deadly flury.

the screaming stopped.