Three Hunters and their Would-be Prey

It was dusk and I was in the garden surrounded by elongating shadows and dark patches where the weak moonlight did not yet reach.  I was busy, and enraptured in my chores as I was, I did not hear it approaching.  It snuck up on me, stealthily and silently as my back was turned. My hands full, I unassumingly turned and suddenly faced the intruder. Dark fur stuck out of it in dirty tufts, a long snake-like tail was coiled at its back.  Claws sharpened by previous kills were held in the air and a pair of red eyes fixed on me. Continue reading