THE CAT the hiss and fluffed fur corners the mole against the red brick wall the eyes carve a hole in its heart the rodent faces uncertainty the cat coils its body to strike the mole screeches high pitched terror warning cry death cry its blood runs through its tiny veins its instincts are lost to fear as teeth and jaw close down upon its spine snapping it in two
Reason for writing:
I'm not sure. The image came to me after I read "The Porcupine"
and "The Bear" by Galway Kinnell.
Birth sign: Not entered
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