Hunter

Stepping silently through the forest,

ears pricked,

mouth open tasting the air,

whiskers twitching.

Then she freezes.

Tiny paws are scuffling on littered leaves.

She crouches,

ready to strike on the vole eating a seed.

She leaps and lands.

The victorious she-cat

picks up her prey

and heads for home.

YOU BETTER NO STEAL THIS! I WON A CONTEST WTH THIS POEM! (sorry if i got carried away)