Meow.

While watching you I couldn’t help
but be reminded of a nature
documentary in which the jaguar
stalks its guileless victim.

The way your eyes followed me
trying to determine the least
amount of movements it would take
until your satisfaction of the kill.

But little does the hunter know
that I am a lion in sheep’s clothing
and it is always the lion that
enjoys the rule of the feline pride.

 

BB