Cat and Mouse

Silent feet,

busy mind,

alert to tiny clues;

the steady drip of

life-fluid:

wounded prey

Gather this bitter harvest.

We are here to catch a mouse

or perhaps a rat.

Scurryings in secret places,

whisper of a scent.

No more waiting by the door

for scraps,

perfunctory caresses,

handouts.

We are engaged in epic battle.

Quietly.

Where will we go next?

There is no place to hide.

Who forgot to bell the cat?
You did. You did. You did.

This is a Three Word Wednesday post.