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.