The Stalker

Soft and fluffy, white as snow
The little dog stalks her pray
So quietly and stealthily
She thinks I do not know

The little dog stalks her pray
With a clumsy form of grace
She thinks I do not know
She is slowly approaching me from behind

With a clumsy form of grace
Her stalking slows, a rubber toy in her mouth
She thinks I do not know
She is behind me, ready to pounce

-Lauren Parker