Leaves falling, the chocolate, brown scottish wild cat lays against the tree.

Lengthy, peanut fur like a soft, fluffy blanket,

Rabbits running away from them whilst playing tag,

Eating small rodents.

Whiskers as sharp as knives,

Blue eyes that change to green,

The cat moves like a silent – crawler.

Meowing as it strides along the damp, mucky floor, 

Evil menacing eyes that stare into your soul.

Bird – snatcher, munching as it purs happily.