Lurking beneath the shady fronds of the palms as they sway gently in the breeze lay irresistible treasures.
Stalking slowly, barely moving a muscle, softly, silently she moves.
At last, victory, the search over.
Stamping on her prize with her paw, just in case it attempts a quick get away.
Spent hibiscus flowers become prized trophies for Pixie, hours of stalking followed by joyful chases and acrobatics amuse her to such a degree that all else fades into the background.
Flowers who have shared their radiant beauty, fallen waiting to return to the earth captivate and bewitch my tiny ginger cat, who sees them as much more than I......