Post by ROBIN on Apr 20, 2015 1:03:56 GMT -5
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boredom breaks through
555 words OPEN bored
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Legs poised to strike, weight distributed equally between two swaying haunches, a lithe figure breathed in the soft breeze calmly. Sunlight dappled her pelt through sparse cloud cover, and she was left to stare out into the green shrubs, where the soft rustling had been detected. Her tail stiffened, and then relaxed and swayed gently with the breeze, before stiffening and relaxing again, over and over, waiting. The opportunity would present itself, she knew. All she had to do was wait, and the time would come. Finally, the wind died, the clouds parted, and she leapt with great gusto, her large and powerful haunches sending her flying through the air and into the first row of leaves. Her paws reached into the shrub, snagged her prey, and in an instant, it was over. [break][break]
Robin carried her stuffed grey mouse toy triumphantly back over to the porch, setting its small, weathered figure down by her outdoor water bowl. She could not recall how it had come to land in the bushes along the yard’s fence, but she’d spotted it and found herself pretending once more to hunt the poor little critter. Now, Robin lapped up at her water dish, before sauntering through the dog door that gave her entrance to her home. The family did not have a dog, but the door had always been there, and so Robin made use of it. She wandered the quiet halls, mostly very bored. The twolegs were all gone now, as they were every day, and so she had full reign of the house. [break][break]
Sometimes, Robin would talk to the bird in the cage in the foyer, but not often. He was quite rudely loud, and would squawk menacingly if she got too close or meowed too loudly. He was surprisingly colorful, and larger than she was tall, but it did not matter much to her. He was in a cage, she assumed, to keep her safe from his terrorizing ways. He had a glint in his eye, she knew, that spelled trouble for any cat foolish enough to tread under his home. Robin had made that mistake once, but after an aggressive tail pulling, she never again ventured that far into the sitting room. The windowsill in the kitchen was enough for her. Robin turned around and left for the kitchen, happy not to interrupt the bird, who was distracted by the reflective surface in his cage. [break][break]
Robin watched from the window, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She loved her kittypet life of ease, but it was very lonely. Her mother was away and there were no other cats nearby that she had found, and so Robin was left every afternoon to sit and watch the outside world from the window. Today, however, was sunny enough that she decided a change of pace was in order. She left the cool home for the sunny outdoors, leaping atop the fence to stare out at the forest beyond. It was so close, and yet a world away from the life of luxury she called her own. Robin let her tail sway back and forth on the fence, a soft smile on her face as she listened to birdsong. She did not belong out there, and she knew that well. She was forever cursed to dwell behind the garden gate.
boredom breaks through
555 words OPEN bored
Legs poised to strike, weight distributed equally between two swaying haunches, a lithe figure breathed in the soft breeze calmly. Sunlight dappled her pelt through sparse cloud cover, and she was left to stare out into the green shrubs, where the soft rustling had been detected. Her tail stiffened, and then relaxed and swayed gently with the breeze, before stiffening and relaxing again, over and over, waiting. The opportunity would present itself, she knew. All she had to do was wait, and the time would come. Finally, the wind died, the clouds parted, and she leapt with great gusto, her large and powerful haunches sending her flying through the air and into the first row of leaves. Her paws reached into the shrub, snagged her prey, and in an instant, it was over. [break][break]
Robin carried her stuffed grey mouse toy triumphantly back over to the porch, setting its small, weathered figure down by her outdoor water bowl. She could not recall how it had come to land in the bushes along the yard’s fence, but she’d spotted it and found herself pretending once more to hunt the poor little critter. Now, Robin lapped up at her water dish, before sauntering through the dog door that gave her entrance to her home. The family did not have a dog, but the door had always been there, and so Robin made use of it. She wandered the quiet halls, mostly very bored. The twolegs were all gone now, as they were every day, and so she had full reign of the house. [break][break]
Sometimes, Robin would talk to the bird in the cage in the foyer, but not often. He was quite rudely loud, and would squawk menacingly if she got too close or meowed too loudly. He was surprisingly colorful, and larger than she was tall, but it did not matter much to her. He was in a cage, she assumed, to keep her safe from his terrorizing ways. He had a glint in his eye, she knew, that spelled trouble for any cat foolish enough to tread under his home. Robin had made that mistake once, but after an aggressive tail pulling, she never again ventured that far into the sitting room. The windowsill in the kitchen was enough for her. Robin turned around and left for the kitchen, happy not to interrupt the bird, who was distracted by the reflective surface in his cage. [break][break]
Robin watched from the window, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She loved her kittypet life of ease, but it was very lonely. Her mother was away and there were no other cats nearby that she had found, and so Robin was left every afternoon to sit and watch the outside world from the window. Today, however, was sunny enough that she decided a change of pace was in order. She left the cool home for the sunny outdoors, leaping atop the fence to stare out at the forest beyond. It was so close, and yet a world away from the life of luxury she called her own. Robin let her tail sway back and forth on the fence, a soft smile on her face as she listened to birdsong. She did not belong out there, and she knew that well. She was forever cursed to dwell behind the garden gate.
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