A ghost is caught sharply in
sight,
A black cat draws in a long
stare.
A shock and stereotypical
fright,
A teasing purr in a predator’s
lair.
To be drawn into the warmth of
the coat,
The darkest mind with eyes so
still.
To be spat from a madman’s
throat,
If only secured with no chance
to kill.
The softness of the fur draws
in,
A soft feather duvet in the
night.
Claws hidden until the final
moment,
Clasp tight before a chance of
flight.
Lazy eyes now tighten as
focussed,
With the prey within its firm
grasp.
Victim so startled from the
hocus,
The amber eyes dawn deep at
last.
