Moss On Rocks

I opened my jaws to scent for what terrible things awaited

For my mate, Daisy and me, Lilac.

I stared at the misty creek in front of us,

And all I could taste on my tongue was the

Scent of moss on the damp rocks.

We stared up the creek and started walking up it being ever so careful

Of the leaves littered on the rocky floor beneath our paw pads.

I opened my mouth to scent one last time and let out a hiss as I smelt cat blood.

I immediately started sniffing Daisy to make sure she was okay, but I halted

As I heard loud footsteps and leaves being crushed by a heavy weight behind us.

“Run Daisy just leave me!” she stared in shock for a moment but when she caught

Sight of the hunter she understood, she looked at me guilt and sorrow

In her beautiful eyes and then she ran.

I accepted my defeat as the hunter reloaded his gun,

And pressed it against my forehead.