Catalyst
Whiskers quivered,
Nose twitched,
Soft paws crept quietly along.
A flutter of feathers,
The catalyst
For a pounce that was headstrong.
Missed, just by a few inches,
Claws clutching wildly at the air,
Defeated in battle,
As the raven crowed,
And cawed out its victory cry.
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