To a prowling feline
Wherever she's seen any creature that hops,
this neighborhood feline makes regular stops.
Her look says she can't seem to understand why
all of her hoppers also know how to fly.
When she catches me watching, she gives a sly
wink, then acts like she's only there for a drink.
She next moseys off, as if for a breather;
instead, she stakes out the closest bird-feeder.
My warning to neighbors: "On her skill do not bet!
In my three years of watching, she's not caught one yet."
My advice to kitty, who may not deem it nice:
"Leave the birdies alone, and stick to field mice!"