My tawny cat lies, alert and bathing in the summer grass.
Listens, stretches and rolls.
Then up and moving (slowly), hunting, with no real heart in it.
Savvy; not bright.
I would have trouble catching that bug too.
I wrote this on August 7, 2014. It was a beautiful summer day, so I moved my office outside so I could be quickly inspired by the beauty all around. You can learn more about my tawny cat (Dexter) here. ~TH~