The Pet and the Feathered Thing

Low to the ground, the cat creeps
Toward the window,
Stalking.

Outside, the bird pecks at seed,
Its prey eyes darting,
Untrusting.

The golden-furred pet inches ever closer,
Operating on instinct,
Eager.

Their eyes meet for a single beat.
The cat’s body thuds against the glass.

Safe as ever, the feathered thing takes flight.

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