As far as my eyes can see,
I sit patiently poised in a tree.
Not a motion or breath will I make,
Lest I scare my prey and lose my take.
Suddenly, the invisible becomes real,
as my ears detect my next hopeful meal.
In my stillness, the knowing comes as to the how,
and I move quickly as I realize the moment is now.
I sense the shock, surprise, and fear,
as the creature knows her time is drawing near.
Fluid in my motion, I move with ease,
and my eyes lock on a rat with temptations to tease.
My claws grasp deep, her hind end,
as my desire to eat, does not bend.
The rat struggles, but knows she is caught,
as I remember how it was as a young Ocelot.
By: Amazing Grace the Ocelot