Predator and Prey

As I hand watered a dry patch of garden, two simultaneous movements caught my attention. One was an earth-colored action along the bed, rustling garden detritus. Another, a flash of green down the edge of a trellis.

The predator enjoyed the advantage of height and dashed toward the prey, grabbing it out of sight from this observer. Sprinting back the way it came, the predator stopped to rest, and maybe, to gloat over its catch.

No worries, buddy. Though I’m impressed with your focus, eyesight, and hunting ability, I’m not interested in your catch; it’s a pasta with grilled veggies dinner for me.