Happy October!

A cold air greets their twitching noses
The cats run forth from their safe human home
Into the unexpected cold of the first morn of October
They stop
They listen
They sniff
They ponder
In a way only predators do
The cats sense a presence in the misty woods
The cats hear a crackle of leaves
They smell the musk of wild
Of big
Of menace
They utter silent meows to one other
And no one in particular
A low growl rumbles as wind drops leaves from above
Back to the door of the house
Their human opens it chastising them
For being cats
He steps out and smells and looks and listens
Alpha predator he, but nothing he senses
The woods seem oh so inviting for a early morning walk. ..


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