SpiritualEarthBird-

Okay dudes and dudettes this story my sister wrote. I asked her if I could put it up. She

said no. But I wanted to do it anyway, so if you give nice reviews I might tell her I stole

this from her room.

Hunting

My cat is a tiger,

Prowling through the grass,

His coat a dappled shadow,

Silent as the still of night.

Muscles tense, he watches,

Tail twitching, eyes glimmering.

With a leaping bound he soars;

An arrow in the sky.

With grace, he lands,

His prize in his mouth.

So what did you think? Tell me in a review!

-SpiritualEarthBird