Deus ex

When the cat watches

the mice scuttle about in terror,

darting this way and that,

He gives off the air

of a quiet satisfaction,

a confident gaze that promises

intervention at any time,

But certainly at his choosing:

It is not for the mice to govern the swipe of the paw,

the strike of the claws,

or the bite of the jaw.

Only the cat watching the mice startle,

can dart in with his death.