Wide eyes were set staring up into the tree. His haunches shifted as he readied himself to leap up and capture the crow sitting on a low hanging branch.
The bird was aware of that willful gaze, for there were more, countless more eyes regarding the hunter in turn. It continued as it was, however; preening night-black feathers with an ease that would tell of obliviousness, of unsuspecting prey.Just as the feline sprang into action, the branchesburst with sudden motion as if the tree itself had come alive. Rugged wings and ebony feathers— the lone crow was now dozens crying a harsh crescendo in their warning.A pair of calloused hands were there when they were gone, with much the same abruptness as they’d appeared in. The lithe animal was caughtbefore its paws touched the earth once more. The man would, perhaps to this creature, smell just as the wild birds did. After all, shared their color, shared their eyes.
He murmurs, more to himself than anything, for he doubted a response would come from the cat. “Perhaps taking stealth into consideration will bring you success next time.”
