Scottish Wild Cat

The sun shone, as the wild cat stood in 

Brave fur armour.

Its dark soul eyes like a deadly stare,

pouncing for it running pray.

Sharp teeth as if it could slice

 through stainless steel, 

as it opened it wide mouth.

The wire whiskers as 

rough as a sandpaper.

Its rumbling stomach like the

 sound of a volcano erupting.

As it catches the rabbit 

with pure happiness