Fishing Ground
by tusker
Posted: Saturday, February 23, 2008 Word Count: 75 Summary: Week 190 challenge |
Gold fish skim water their open mouths scooping up minute particles while the cat, black like an ebony statue, crouches on a white boulder, her motionless body blocking out sunlight upon her fishing ground.
Suddenly with claws extended, her green eyes narrowing, she plunges a paw beneath the surface scattering fish under a lily pad, its pink blossom quivering while others dart to the bottom from where debris billows upwards forming a dense brown cloud.
Suddenly with claws extended, her green eyes narrowing, she plunges a paw beneath the surface scattering fish under a lily pad, its pink blossom quivering while others dart to the bottom from where debris billows upwards forming a dense brown cloud.