Softly, she hunts under an overcast sky followed by a bald badger The same pattern each night The first star dots the sky The large ginger cat sits by the open window Beside him, his mistress leaves her milkshake No fangs needed, so he takes advantage Whiskers cleaned, he leaves through the open window To follow behind badger through leafy lanes, they march on into the night A strange friendship, that works and needs no communication… ©AnitaDawes2022
Very descriptive, felt like I was there. 🙂
I love that image of the three of them out hunting at night! And it’s mysterious.
We have no idea where that one came from, but so glad it did!
I love the magic in this. Wonderful poem, Anita.
Thank you, Diana…
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