The cat

shadowbones

Bugs and worms are out

It's morning 

The birds have landed

Sun strikes the ground 

A cat is on the hunt

Stalking a bird

Until, before long

Harsh winds plow

The cat has gone

Into a cold night

 

  • Author: bones (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 19th, 2024 22:49
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Parisab

    You’re building up into a great day of promise which is inevitable to end lonely and cold, either a predator or prey, good write

    • shadowbones

      Thank you. I feel the warmth in the distance.



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