Tuesday, 4 September 2012


Ears pricked, bright green eyes widened.
Tender grass blades crunching under foot as she stalks her pray.
Skulking in the darkness of the garden, waiting for the right moment to pounce.
A sudden noise breaks her focus and the bird is gone.
Sulkily she retreats to the four walls of comfort, looking for cuddles from someone.
her rough, sand papered tongue licking her bright, shiny coat.

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