Mourning

In the morning

silence

a struggle of downy feathers,

the cow parsley knocked flat.

For days now the bird feeder

remains full.

I hear the murdereress land

on the roof above.

Did she sit sunning herself

in dawn light, tail tip flicking?

Did she spy her victim,

and velvet pawed

make her swift descent?

Did she hide where sharp sunlight

cast a cloak of black shadows,

marshalling herself,  chin forward

eyes glinting , muscles twitching

and then

POUNCE......?

2^nd June 2012