Ages of evolution,
years of experience,
and the urgings of appetite
have honed her talents
and made her thus:
She is huntress -
the fear in the eyes of mice,
the quake of fleeing birds,
the slick unwinding of snakes,
the bane of nosy hounds.
She is fierce feline stealth,
danger and death
on quiet, padded feet.
But -
for the time being,
she is the ball of sleep spooled upon my lap
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