The outside cat
has been playing tiger.
Crouch and stalk and pounce
the yard for half an hour,
convincingly. So far
no prey has got away
that I could see. Before
the pounce, or afterwards:
invisible.
We'll trust
in kitty's senses, then.
In jungles, he's invincible.
We'd both be so let down
to think it's all pretend.
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