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The Hungry Thief

The Hungry Thief

I stood
Just inside the door
Watching, waiting,
Barely breathing.
A sound –
Hushed, almost a dream,
Hardly audible,
Scarcely perceptable.
No more.
I watched, waiting,
Nary a noise
Nor a movement.
I left
My post at the door.
Returning later
The food was gone.
One day
I caught my first
Glimpse of the cat.
Just skin and bone,
Wound up tight
Ready for flight.