The path is clear but he waits. It’s a dark. cloudy evening. The moon, momentarily unshackled, casts deep shadows among the poplar pathway. He waits. A light breeze gusts a funnel of brush, dust and leaves. The cat emerges, strolls languorously, out of sight. The mouse sighs, happy to pause.

 

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