Tuesday, September 2, 2014

catch of the day


The onlookers were silent. Perhaps a dozen or two, or maybe a hundred cats on the lip of the water-logged pier. Waiting patiently, their necks erect, small pink stealth nostrils flaring. Waiting. Tails swishing in slow motion. Waiting for the men returning from the daily catch. Catch of the day. And yet - none to be gotten. A fisherman standing in his boat slams an oar. They scatter, the sound of small paws like tap dancers losing an audition. Eyes wide and tongues dry another day.
Dark Harbor, 1943, N. C. Wyeth

3 Comments:

Blogger Kathe W. said...

awww I can hear those cats "sighing" from here! Thanks for visitng my blog and have an outstanding evening.

9/02/2014 11:22 PM  
OpenID freyawrites.com said...

Ever hopeful cats.... wonderfully crafted tale!

9/03/2014 2:08 PM  
Blogger Karen S. said...

Ah purr-fectly written, you had this so vivid for me I can still hear their purr!

9/03/2014 4:31 PM  

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