Thank you, Anni. Maybe I'm a masochist because I do like making things difficult for myself. I considered rhyming each line as well, but that was a bridge too far. Perhaps next time...
The cat enters her wild half hour,
eyes blazing with intensity,
gaze fastened on her prey,
she stealthy creeps in ambush,
crouched low and elbows jagged,
dark the single murder her intent,
and sudden she springs the trap
to fasten on my ankle.
Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 08.02.23
Prompt: Feral.
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