Stalking, breathing, every move counts. You watch her and you love her, only to be dead. Jumping and dancing, you’ll never catch her there. Use your moves and all your tricks, she seems to be a dare. But if you just wait patiently, grateful you will be. You might find out that all you need, simply is your instinct. Luck of nature, luck of cards, don’t pretend to move. Catch that fly, as you deserve, lion of the night.
My cat is catching bugs outside.