The Fishing Cat

Its paws, snap open and shut

Uncovering, paddles of glistening shine,                                              

Its claws, standing out to the environment-

Of its webbed paws;

They glare around,

At its surroundings;

Admiring what it once was.

It's dying with age,

Like a poisoned tree,

Its pupils, closing inwards;

Staring at its last prey-

A gorgeous fish in the glistening water.

It looks around, for signs of food, or water,

Its last hunt,

Its last meal,

For it is a wild animal…

It is a wild cat…

It is the Fishing Cat