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From the upstairs window She has a wonderful view of him And she likes what she sees. She stares intently. Her heart beats faster Her mouth opens And she almost drools As she considers the possibilities And imagines all kinds of fun... But soon Alas It is over And he flies away.
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May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 4:01 PM UTC
Fantasising
From the upstairs window She has a wonderful view of him And she likes what she sees. She stares intently. Her heart beats faster Her mouth opens And she almost drools As she considers the possibilities And imagines all kinds of fun... But soon Alas It is over And he flies away.
My cats seem to spend more time watching birds through windows than they do actually hunting them. I suppose that's a good thing and it allows me to see the expressions on their faces as they imagine catching their prey!
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May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 4:01 PM UTC
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