Heathcliffe

The night stalker,

In the bushes

Lights out.

Watching his enemy

With glowing eyes.

He leaps in the air

Lands safely on his feet

He hisses and hisses

His enemy copies

He stands up straight

Getting noisier than ever

The enemy copies.

The enemy finally gives up

Walks away

My cat is the winner.

Lights turn on

Doors open

Puzzled faces as to what the noise could be.

The owner yells at him

But he doesn't mind

Because he is the winner.