The other cat is too old for hunting. He leaves the mice to the young-un.
She sits
Faithfully
Where the mouse
Last disappeared
Under the hutch.
Only to be coaxed
For a lick
0f yogurt,
Then to return
To her post.
She is forest cat
By birth.
There are no trees
By the hutch
Ah
But she remembers
Prey
She remembers
In her blood
She is
Predator.
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