Nighttime falls
and the world comes alive.
The hunt is on
and on this thrill, I thrive.
The grasses sway
and the crickets chirp.
As I lay in wait
for the sneaky perp.
Whiskers twitch
and eyes are wide.
And like a lion
I hunt with pride.
The hunt is on
and on this thrill, I thrive.
Nighttime falls
and the world comes alive.
Autumn Siders 