Predator Preparation

Wait, and watch.
Pray, and count.
The claws are out.
The smell is cast.
Eyes focused, in the grass.
Perfection calls,
from behind the bark.
A branch touches my shoulder,
"It is you..."

Glass clear,
and water white.
Night becomes day
and day becomes night.
Held and bent,
like a wizards will.
Ready to pounce,
when all is still.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.