So this one was another experiment into the unkown. I don't usually rhyme things nor do I use meter that much... I just don't have the patience to work it out however with this one I tried a little of both, trying to capture the nature of cats with a quick quick slow affair with the meter. Not sure whether it really works but I enjoyed the results of my efforts.
A little taste of Af-ric
Eyes on the land, his nose to the breeze
his whiskers are quivering for the scent of a beasthis gaze wanders till movement is seen
then he loupes with limbs loose, padding softly
towards what he hope’s is a feast.
His spots and his stripes meld with the brush
his movements unseen his beast still eatingstealthy and quiet he slithers into place
erupting on his prey too quick for it’s escape
he grabs at his prize and drags it away.
He gorges till full, then sleeps for a while
waking he stretches then prowls for morescenting his patch he watches for strangers
no transgressor is accepted in his neck of the woods
as darkness invades he gives up the hunt
Returing to home, he thwacks at his flap
pushes through and howls for his foodhead in his bowl, he devours his meal
all finished he purrs and mewls for a fuss
then swaggers and stretches on his journey to bed
Body so tired and safety complete
he looks around for the comfiest seat
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