Ekphrastic Poem by Sylvia Lafton - Photo by Uriel Barron

She may seem cute,

Sitting high in the tree,

Lightly dusted in the first winter’s snow.


She may seem soft,

With her beautiful neutral colored fur,

Big ears and long whiskers.


She seems like everything

You would consider a typical cat to be.


What you don’t know is that she

Is nature’s perfect assassin.


She climbs the highest of trees,

Hunts the best animals,

Kills in clever ways,

Eliminates gracefully.