For Sonya’s Three Line Tales photo prompt.
photo by Christian Widell via Unsplash
Green evening falls on the field, tempting, full of cool grass smells, short, sweet grass, the best kind.
Hiding in the long stalks, I watch and sniff the smells, waiting for the last two-legs to go and the grass to be empty, hunger pinching belly, ears listening, this way, that.
I slip through the dry stalks onto the fresh green nibbling grass, even though ears hear the two-legs shout, because hunger is strong, then ears scream—dog!