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May 2013
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!
Higgs
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