I sit in the shattered gable of the dark abandoned house. I am hungry, hunting. The moon is a bright crescent in the cloudless sky, providing me ample light. Patience is my watchword. I have chosen new grounds tonight. Slowly I turn my head watching for movement.
There. Something scurried. Yes, a rat.
Wait. More movement further away. Something bigger on what’s left of a leaning picket fence. Another hunter, a cat, spying the same prey? I wait silently. Watching.
It is edging closer to our prey. Still more movement. This one is quick, big, lethal. Cat is exposed, unaware. In a flash, coyote storms over the fence, his jaws snap deadly, efficient. Cat’s cry is cut short, carried away.
Shaken, I hoot at the moon. So quick and coyote has vanished. A dream?
My focus returns to the rat. I swoop down silently from above to catch my meal.
Written per Amelia’s challenge from Putting Words Together (150 words exactly)