Cat’s present

You go your own way,
mysterious
going out for hunt and play,
curious.
Catch a mouse,
kill it’s spouse.
Take a bird,
follow it through mud and dirt.
It’s your nature to do so,
I just have to let you go.
But you come back,
for warmth and a snack.
Your dead preys you leave at my doorstep,
a present,
captured under a moon crescent,
greater menace than the spider’s web.

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