New Poem: the game

This poem came to me today and it took about two minutes to get it down. Then I rearranged a few lines and changed a few words as I typed it up. Simple and sweet. Love it when it comes like this.

the game

fat robin hopping closer
closer
do you not see the fatter cat
perched atop the box
frozen
spying your every move
calculating
estimating
come closer it says
hand on the doorknob
to prevent a slaughter
sudden flash of movement
fat robin lifts to the top of the fence
fatter cat stops and observes
this game will replay
hunter
hunted
observer

Written and Published by Don Leach. May not be used without permission from the author.