The cat
who lives underneath the shack,
creeps out.
Gingerly.
Looking for birds
and mice
and anything he can eat.
At first,
it isn’t clear
what he will find
as he slips through the tall grass.
The birds
see him first
and immediately begin squawking
at his approach.
They alert one another
and swoop down at him,
giving him fair warning.
The cat doesn’t seem to care.
He continues creeping.
He has his eyes on something else.
A little grey mouse.
A small,
shaky creature,
trapped by a blue flower pot.
The cat moves in.
The mouse freezes,
hoping against hope.
A scream.
Then,
silence.
The cat goes back to she shack.
Content.
For now.
For now.
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