She stalked me around the library like a skittish cat,
Twitchy, wary, full of hiss and spit.
Sitting fat, all tucked-up in her chair,
ears pricked, her eyes cool slits of suspicion
Watching, waiting, perched.
She’d slink behind me in the stacks
soft-pawed, stealthy, silent.
I’d imagine her fishy breath on my neck
when I stooped to shelve a book, or sat to read a review
My every movement consumed her,
teased her like a flicker of laser on the wall,
a slippery shadow that looms and fades.
Irresistible prey.
She finally gathered herself up one day,
squared her old-lady haunches,
arched her bony back,
and pounced.
But I was vapor in her claws,
She may embody cat, but I am nothing like a mouse.
Prompt: Write a poem that contains an "epic simile" - I went for an "extended" simile.
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