Stalking flies like they
were treasured prizes, was the feline.
Following the perp without being overt,
weaving fleeing, rookie eyes.
©DWE092013
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
Stalking flies like they
were treasured prizes, was the feline.
Following the perp without being overt,
weaving fleeing, rookie eyes.
©DWE092013
Had these sitting around dusted them off, maybe could have let them age...
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