Bristly, yet Sensible – Dead Deer

Bristly, yet Sensible

The screech of a magpie startled her, and she sensibly, instantly, enrolled. Curled up in her own warmth and darkness her inadequate eyes darted to and fro, her breathing sharp and uneven. How long before the danger passed? Listening intently the flap of the wing told her that the threat had taken flight. Gently she unrolled.

Once more encompassed within her thoughts of food, she snuffled under the bushy, green, rich, hedge. The black point of her coned face twitched; a worm met its end, wriggling and squirming through the hot pinkness of her mouth, and down through blackness, toward its final destiny.

Next some fungi, fruit and a treat of a juicy snail, this was a feast indeed. Snorting happily, she foraged and ate as the night waned towards dawn. It was time to sleep. Within a short eighteen hours, she would be up again, bristling with her quiet, unassuming, solitary ways.

Erinaceus europaeus

Today I wrote between 21:44  and 21:54. I was prompted by an idea here. My other writings here. All my prompted writing here, my tweets here, and my book here.


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