The Ambush

The Ambush

Cat paws pad swiftly down the hall,
Looking for a human to befall.
Peeking cautiously around each door,
For bare feet upon the floor.
He wiggles, he waits,
He anxiously anticipates.
Then he sees his naked prey,
Five toes which seem to say,
“Come and get me while you may.”
A flash of fur, the target reach.
A swift response, the victim’s screech.
There is no victory so sweet,
As the conquering of human feet.

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