The wild cat 

At The dusk of day, the wild cat lurks.

It’s eyes are as fierce as fire .

The whiskers like swords fighting away prey.

Pouncing proudly , preparing their dagger like teeth.

Fur ruffles row by row ,

Hanging for it life , jumping from tree to tree.

Shivering underneath it coat of fur 

And claws are sharp as knifes gripping to the trees.