gray prey (poem a day)

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As I sit in the hay loft


waiting for the storm to move south,


 


a gray cat comes around the corner


with a gray mouse in his mouth,


passing beyond the shadow's border


and dropping it on the ground


 


but this mouse still lives


and shakes a bit


as the cat looks curiously down


 


so they sit there awhile,


surveying one another


nuzzling their noses


like long lost lovers,


their fuzzy gray coats


embraced as warm cover


till they both graciously rise


and peer in the eyes


of their newfound friend


 


and then 


the cat calmly reaches down


with fangs all about,


snaps the mouse's neck


and swallows its gray head


 


Now, I don't mean to sadden


or make cruel riddle of the severing


of this murid's alimentary tract,


but may I ask,


"Where's your head at?"

Created: Apr 04, 2014

Tags: poem a day, cat, mouse, story, murid, poetry

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