Predator
The cat’s unfortunate
That the lone bird’s come her way
From timid to tiger
The bird’s become her prey
Didn’t see it happen
But saw the signs of the struggle
Overnight and over sleep
What prey and predators night will huddle
The cat’s always been lurking
For a catch to be cast in its grip
Then, in my mind’s eye, all slow mo
She landed the prize in a flirting flip
Then I wonder how much the same
We are between predator and prey
There at the gate waits our predominate predator
Predators ourselves to an unfortunate who’s come our way
We’re apart because we can comprehend
What likeness is and can appreciate it
Yet, the feline’s in us, and predatorial we be
When we excuse the victim as we bait it
Belly full, or bully full, either way: victorious
We claim ourselves the victim with varying circumstances
We wake every morning as morning glorious
We go the grave with how many missed compassion chances