Is after the sun has crouched
Just beneath the horizon.
Or so I’ve heard.
10 o’clock–when the humans
Have finally shut their eyes
For a night’s rest,
I slink through my portal
To the outdoors,
Soundless as my prey.
I sit in the grass
Straight and silent–a Sphinx.
And I wait.
With the sun down
And the winter wind whipping against me,
I’m sure it is cold to my competitors.
But I,
I’m a Maine Coon.
I have the thickest fur coat around,
And I’m a step ahead of them.
Sharp claws are best
To catch them,
They say,
A sharp nose helps too.
500 muscles
help me slide across the ground
In a low crouch.
It’s the best way to hunt,
They say.
24 whiskers
Guide me through the darkness
Where I know my prey must lurk.
They can slip away so quickly.
They’re as elusive like me.
I have 8 claws to snatch them off the ground
Easily
If only I could catch them.
Where I’m From by Bri Reisinger is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.