Tip Toe

Unsuspected you creep on the carpet Your paws move in a slow caress Your eyes moving like rolling marbles And your back an arch in Paris Slowly moving like a man in war Your prey crouching in a corner His back to yours and progress more Never even making a sound Tip toeing and ready to pounce The tiny creature holds his breath You swing your rear and inhale an ounce The air filling your tiny lungs The little fellow turns his head Your teeth are his worst nightmare He knows that he is soon to be dead And you fulfull your night's desire