Site Navigation Information Prose Poetry Art On the Stump Serials Question of the Week About the Authors Links and Awards Message Board			John Bryan Feline When I am writing poetry I become As removed And wide eyed As the cat. Go hunting In the dark With a receptive Vision. Catch some Feathered thought That wasn't Quite quick Enough. And play with it For hours before Completely Killing it. To gain A quiet satisfaction From my Instinct And survival. Want to respond to this poem? Do it here! Return to Poetry