15 April 2012
Twilight zone for hungry hunting,
Tiptoe under midnight's glow,
Silence around except for cars,
Have to hide now - lying low.
A sound make my ears start twitching,
A snuffling nose appears cautious,
A mouse hidden behind the bins,
Of which the smell makes me nauseous.
Quick as a flash! I dive paws first,
To pierce it's flesh with my claws,
Eat it up, and slink away
At last the night has served my cause.
Fox On The Prowl • Opuss № I