The Predator Waits
She is scooted back into ebony shadows
There is no twitching or movement whatsoever.
She waits patiently.
Loud laughter of the two-legged ones annoys her.
She closes her eyes, so she is not discovered.
All she needs is some rescuer dragging her out of her comfort zone.
Her wait is not long.
A streak across the concrete
She reaches out her paw.
Dinner!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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