A blowing leaf on the ground,

Its wayward shape dead and browned,

A kitten stocks in weight, no sound,

Its tail swishes eyes of flame

As it slowly hunts its game

The timing right with perfect aim

A paw extended deals a blow

It destroys its battered foe

In its eyes a triumphant glow

Claws unsheathed it kneads its prey

But soon it tiers and walks away

To sleep in warmth for the day

The kitten’s mother licks its fear

Grooming out the erlking bur

As the kitten plays and purr.