The Scottish wild cat perches on a mountain of mossy rocks.

Its eyes thin and silvery like carved limestone.

The mouth splits open like a clam reluctantly unfolding.

Disarranging its felted fur.

It mercilessly butchers unsuspecting voles.

Prey-Pouncer.

As hushed as an efficient owl she hunts.

The cat’s broken bands squirm around its solid brown canvas.

Shivering Knees in a scrubby fleece and strong nails digging into mossy terrain.