Sleek and swift she slips through the night. A lone hunter. Creeping under bushes. Slipping in and out of shadows. Sleek black fur glistening in the moonlight.
Stop.
Silent and still. A slight turn of the ear. Crouching low. Golden eyes alert. Whiskers tilted forward. Muscles tensing, preparing.
Focus.
Pounce!
5 comments:
Sounds like a kitty that lurks around here.....she or he has really really green eyes.
Yay! Fiction Friday!
Loved this one.
Great suspense...you left us wondering what got "pounced" upon....or what did the pouncing...cat, lion, IRS auditor?
cool! I used to have a kitty that did the pouncing *sob*. Ah, at least i don't have birds at my door everyday... ew.
LOVE that!
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