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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.



Model: The Eagle by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Photos and Poetry by Sheri Edwards

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Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart

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