A poem
Crouched in willowy wildflowers, the chalky cat with seafoam eyes is transfixed by the frenzied flails of a feathered foe. Her whiskered face puckers, hungry, as eyes follow the bird crashing to the meadow. Pounce. Wild chirrups: the flying fiend is slumped within the predator’s maw. Breakfast is served.
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Pamela G. Holmes
Pamela G. is a writer, teacher, and lifelong lover of language. Her work often explores themes of resilience, transformation, and the quiet strength of ordinary people. Follow her online @pamelagwrites.
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