The Hunt. (a haibun )

Water_witch-2by Abigael04 Jan 2014

He brings me precious gifts : a mole, rabbit, or bird, often left whole--food for lean times. It's an instinct hard wired into his brain. His mother would bring him a live mouse and if needed swat it back into play. He watches as I shudder and probably thinks I'm a rotten hunter as he offers me guidance with his paws. Sometimes it's a snack, he licks his lips , while I clear up the remains. Today I find a pair of furry trousers and a rat's tail; yesterday his gift was a whole newt, served belly up. Sometimes his offering is still alive, like the slow worm who sacrificed his tail to survive.

my cat's pirouette
lands in the splits -
black ice