Mountain Cat
She was sleek and wanting no fur upon her head at all some small tufts upon her ears she sounded loud so soulful in the poignant stillness of the desert wash she cried but not of want her voice was merely warning me to stay inside a blanket given me from GOD. The afforded pleasure of a poor man camping out a coffee and some coke soon lay stilled in cup and all ignored as eye pondered the existence of a large and quiet creature used to killing for her meals on mountain shoals the dearth of water must have brought her to my wash eye hope she made it back up to her home.
