Adjusting himself to the harshness
of the ground, he preens, checking
for visitors;
Catching the scent on the breeze
stretches languorously; Cats
eyes pierce the silence; Nose
sniffing appreciatively.
Tail dancing as if it were charming
a snake or hypnotising his pray,
he cavorts with some unseen
friend or foe.. maybe a leaf.
Stalking, a bird who has
dared to venture into his space;
He charges at his foe with eyes flashing
and teeth, razor sharp.
The comical look upon his face,
when getting to the spot, to find the
enemy has retreated into the tree
far from his reach, or has it?
Circling the tree, he looks for vantage points
to unseat the foe and capture; Claws unsheathed,
starts the slow stealth approach with tail,
acting as a balance iron-rod in appearance.
His summit in sight, he lunges screaming abuse
at the unfortunate bird, who does no more than
to float on the breeze out of reach;
Tantalizing.. disdain upon his face.
Realising the predicament, the hunter
grips the branch and tries to turn;
Was this branch this high up?
Why am I getting dizzy? where is my MUM!?
Mum, sits preening herself watching
her great little man exploring the
garden and all it holds; Smiling,
purring gently.. suddenly a yell;
Dinner! cats of each and every colour
arrive to lunch, squabbling and swiping
at each other in the time honoured way;
But, what of the kitten?
The little hunter of the garden,
was dusting off himself, after his mighty
trapeze stunt that landed him,
into the wheelbarrow of collected leaves.
"Come along Henry, time for lunch
and a snooze", so off he went, tail
upright.. as in the manner of all
great hunters.......
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I am glad you enjoyed it 
So kawaii! Nice write!
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