Ares

He stalks his prey.

In and out of the jungle

The shade from the heat of the summer glorious.

The little creature hops along unawares of me.

I almost purr with delight.

I low crawl closer to my prey.

My fluffy, black tail swishing

I wiggle my tush in preparation for launch.

My prey hops along.

I pounce.

No! Momma catches me in mid-air!

My arms flail towards the prey as she places me on her shoulder.

My panicked expression makes Momma giggle.

She speaks.

Now Ares, leave the frogs alone. My little black ball of fur.

Adventure time is over.

~S.D.S.~