A Cat's Game

I draw close to you, my body shivering.
Your piercing eyes stare at me–
you blink;
one eye, then the other.
I don't move – I wait for your move.
You read me, then stand up and stretch...
but wait.
a draw? a tie? no.
You tip-toe to me, and bow your head
BONK! Meow!
Oh, I win.
A real cat's game.