Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Sand Cat

This sand cat loves the desert night.

It's my best hunting time and place.

Quarry rarely escape 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,

Falled victims of my fatal touch,

And unable to get away,

Such as the rodent I just ate

That thought was safely underground,

But only suffered the same fate,

As most rodents that I have found.

I am like Christmas. Why? Because -

I am well known for sandy claws.