(Photo courtesy of Sue-Z)
The scene looked straight out of a Hieronymus Bosch painting. It was definitely not the Triptych of the Temptation of St. Anthony. Although, how a cat could have known whether it was the Triptych or not, only the cat could tell. Since the cat did not have the habit of speaking, or even displaying the merest evidence of attempting to, no one could tell how the cat could have known whether it was the Triptych or not.
The magnificent Blackburnian Warbler in resplendent orange had flown over striated peaks and gurgling waterfalls before landing on a desolate patch of land scattered with pebbles. The cat intently peered into the screen and without taking its eyes off the Warbler put out its tongue giving the virtual bird two long licks. In one lithe, nonchalant, unhurried and calculated motion, the cat with its paws simultaneously depressed the ‘Control’ and ‘End’ keys.
The bird flew out the laptop screen straight into the wide open mouth of the cat. There was nary a scratch or even an indentation on the Dell Latitude 5480. There was none even last night when the Cuban Hummingbird met with the same fate as the Warbler.
(Word Count: 200)
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