6:30 am, not yet through the first cigarette of the day.
The ground mist matched the steam rising from my coffee cup.
Round-shouldered and silent you glided into the holly.
A tete-a-tete with a squirrel on a fence post was amusing.
I held my breath.
You chose a cardinal and showed your beautiful violence,
a freeze-frame, soundless and still
except for a shower of red feathers, slow motion falling on wet grass,
and the blood pounding in my ears.
Beautiful ferality ;) *
I thought I had already faved this.
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Well done.
Yes.*
I like the moment to moment in this piece. Good one.
Brutal and vivid *
Rang my bell - I hate feral cats. *
You have a gift...
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