Sense Sonnet - Pumper

My Desert Nap

This sand cat loves the desert night,
Tiz my best hunting time and place.
My quarry rarely 'scapes my bite,
Once I have chosen to give chase.
Though water's scarce I need not much,
And tap most of it from my prey,
That feels the last from my sure touch,
Becoming my meal made my way,
Such as the rodent I just ate,
That thought was safely underground,
But only suffered the same fate
As all the rodents I have found.

Cloaked within the desert night wrap,
I pause for a brief sand cat nap.