black cat hunting butterflies
stalks then pounces, never mind
he's yet to capture single one!
enraptured in his feline fun,
a panther crouching in the grass,
he waits for other one to pass.
then springs upon this winged prey,
which flutters, teasingly, away.
moon batchelder
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