The cat paused, holding his breath. Quietly creeping, grass seeds entangled within his guard hairs. Quivering with excitement, he anticipated the crunch of bones, the metallic taste of blood against his tongue. Crouching, he eyed his prey.
The mouse, safe in the hedgerow, chewed on seeds from the brambles above. Her whiskers twitched as her belly filled and sun filtered through swaying branches to warm her. She listened. Only the sound of leaves rustling in the springtime breeze.
Too late she felt the rush of air, claws on her back, teeth closing around her. Then silence as her life expired.
Selected: March Drabble Comp
To Be Published in Issue #28