Catnap

Patchwork stealth, streaking for cover,
Spying the form on the chair.
Instinctual urges, to hunt and kill,
Arising in playful airs.
Tawny fur, as soft as silk,
Concealing strength and power.
Soft dreamt sleep, ever alert,
Hiding the instinct to pounce.
As sleep lies, aloof in the chair,
Observed by mischievous blood,
Eyes open up, just in time,
To feel the nip in the bud.