UNTITLED XII

Oh, what queenly beauty
As if on her throne
Surveying her domain
Darkness prevails in
Corners not apparent,
Though known
A sound
A whisper
Unseen ghosts
Graceful feline agility
But a ladylike pouncing
Hissing, white drooling
Sharpness extended
Bounding in madness!
On top of
The movement.
Gotcha, Mouse.