The Kitten

 

She sees the birds with focused eyes;

Still in this time her prey she spies,

Held in the ancient pose, disguised.

 

The robin birds before her pause;

She watches, slowly moving paws,

And like puma– leaps with open jaws.

 

The startled birds away they fly;

She circles, searching empty skies,

Held in the moment’s loss, she lies.

 

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Model: The Eagle by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Photos and Poetry by Sheri Edwards