Sammi Cox has served up another writing challenge. Read all about the challenge here.
I’ve reworked and condensed this old poem so I can offer it as a response to the challenge:
Breathless mice huddle
under the old log as claws
lacerate the wood
over their haven.
Snarling tomcat punishes
the log for its interference
with his attack, his hunger
for its trembling refugees.
Christine's Collection 
Ooh! Well done!
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Thank you. I think it tells the whole tail/tale. 😉
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Love those breathless mice
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Thanks for your comment. I’ve no experience, but am assuming a mad dash for safety with giant claws right behind them would leave the creature breathless. 🙂
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I’d say so. Though, as with you, I’ve no personal experience.
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Poor little mice spend their lives avoiding cats and traps. One day they’ll rise up against their foe, you see!
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Life is tough when you’re at the bottom of everyone’s food chain, eh? Thanks for your comment.
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