Friday, January 18, 2019

The Hunter

His eyes glow in the dark. Big, yellowish expressive and curious.  One cannot see his beauty in the middle of the night. His gray fur keeps him warm and safe from the cold. He hides in the shadows of the winter night, searching for the perfect victim. Once he find it the expert hunter will then strike and kill.
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