PPC 4

The Ruthless Hunter - Week 19

What? you don’t think this is a battle?
You can’t appreciate the skill it takes
To attack and retreat, to assess and plan
This pink fuzzy thing is cunning

See? I’ve captured it
I clasp it tightly between strong paws
Pierce it through with sharpest fangs
The enemy is helpless in my grasp

Mercy? I don’t know what that means
This dance of death so ancient
Was choreographed in my ancestry
I am a ruthless hunter

Now, cuddle me.


Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2025-2026)" 

Week 19

Prompt - image of a kitten with a pink washcloth