Scottish Wild Cat

Eyes stare through souls, eating them from the inside.
Feeding off their fear whilst stalking their prey
a killer thought the bushes.
Walking silently, waiting for the right moment,
its emerald eyes blood thirsty, longing for a meal.

Its ears are rapidly moving,
sensing something is near.
Cries of mice are lingering around in the air.

Sprinting towards the danger, elegantly jumping over fallen trees,
claws digging into the fresh meal that it had killed.
Blood stained fur frightens the surrounding animals.

Like small daggers that can leave a hole in the flesh,
its small size confuses the greatest of animals.