MindSpinner

The cat sleeps, dreaming of hunting. Paws twitch in the chase; claws flex to catch the dream bird rising on sudden wings from depthless pools; teeth and tongue work, tasting and devouring, nose and whiskers quiver. Then the deed is done, to the last ticklish feather.  The cat’s tail switches slowly once or twice, and he is still again, crouching in tall dream grasses, awaiting a flurry of wings.