the hunter

little kitten
meowing at my door
happily consuming
a can of tuna
and a bowl of water
rubbing up against
my bare shins
a ferocious little
ball of purring
already learning
to game the system
yet despite your
independent streak
a quick stop for
chin scratches
after your morning
feast before skulking
back into the wild
the great hunter
full of tuna fish
off to nap under
the bushes where
the sparrows roost

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