The Moment

You’re so surprisingly gentle

At this time of the night  

Quietly poised in the darkness

Patiently awaiting your next prey

To finally come into your sights

Sitting perfectly straight as a statue

Refraining from sudden movement

So intensely focused on your guard

Looking for any tell-tale sign

Of fluttering creatures in the night

Moving closer to catch a glimpse

Of your smooth silhouette

Shining in the bright moonlight

I clear my sleepy eyes for a better look

To see you in all your splendor

Your beauty leaving me breathless

Not willing to waste the moment

Knowing this is the only time

You may permit my touch

Kneeling down to reach for you

I gently caress your grey tabby coat

Relishing those final minutes

Until the very next twilight

Patricia E. Poirson