Post by blade on Mar 5, 2008 19:38:28 GMT -5
To a two-leg, she might have passed undected about a fox-length away. Her silvery fur, extremely conspicuous in green-leaf, caused her to be almost invisible in the fading light. She made not a sound as her slender pads gingerly stepped on the thin layer of ice. There was no path to guide her, for she needed none. The old scent trail from her last journy had been virtually obliviated by fresher scents and snow flurries. Her ears pricked like needles. She rushed foe the nearest pine tree, leaping to the safty of it's narrow limbs. From her loft posion, she noticed the once multi-colored roofs of two-leg nests, completely imersed from the last snowfall. Long, bleak, gray thunderpaths, like slithering snakes wove between the nests, creating patterns almost like geometric art. "May be, I should visit my parents again", she thought.