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My cat stares blankly at the wall
Trying to hunt the light.
She flicks her tail and starts to crawl,
Eyes focused, fur upright.
I watch her, silently, as she creeps
Slowly towards her prey.
I remain still, as if fast asleep
For this is not child's play.
Her moving stops, she is ready
To jump up and attack.
I see her ascend, now unsteady
I gasp and she looks back.
Her eyes are chasms, black holes throughout,
And my flashlight goes quickly out.
What type of poem is this?
What is a sonnet