Not Today

swiftly and quietly
they approach
crouching and focused,
one small step
then another...
and another...
hair bristled up
tail straight and taut;
and if,
it were their habit,
tongues would
lick lips in anticipation;
but,
not today,














since the prospect
in question
has flown away
and they
sit
transfixed...
watching it fly...
watching it disappear
out of their sight...
before
turning around
to play with the string.

20Jun14