The Huntress

With patience the feline waited,

not moving a muscle or hair.

Poised in silence she hunkered,

awaiting her labors to bare.

 Time passed without any answer,

steadfast she lie near and low.

Awaiting that one special moment,

claws sharpened and eager to go.

 Spying the hole in the floorboard,

now knowing her prize was near.

The huntress moved ever so swiftly,

as velvet-gray ears did appear.

 With speed like a bolt of lightning,

she leaped and harpooned her prey.

For lunch that day it was eaten,

after three quarter hours of play.