Midnight Hunting

As the clouds overtake the moon, 
It's surely later than noon.
Slithering slowly like a snail,
As I groom my lovely nails.
Creeping up on my midnight snack,
I'm deadly like a devil.
As I POUNCE on my prey,
That's when they all trot away.
Finally my dinner is served,
A tasty deer is clamped in my claws,
As I wipe my dirty paws.