flat-foot traveller having a visitor

Last night, in the deep dark, I suddenly looked out of my small kitchen window, without good reasons. There, in the small back yard, lit by the orange street light across the wall, in the brightest spot, was sitting a cat, scanning the hunting ground. She looked brown in the orange light. And then, she was gone.

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~ by Barbara S on January 18, 2017.

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