finally, a cougar poem

If I am a cougar,
you are my delectable quarry,
waiting patiently
for the advent
of my coming,
skulking, clement,
licking my chops,
heaving you
by the scruff of your neck,
stealing you away.

This little ditty was inspired by Shay, who asked the Real Toads to channel our inner animal. Hee! Next, I'll have to write about my power animal, er, insect: the ladybug.