Stalker

She was stalking the garden this evening, she may have been marking, looking for a mate.  Anyway, she looked more wild than the tameness she pretends sometimes. Another day, I'd better get used to it, of head down in front of the computer, with only occasional breaks for coffee and enjoying the fresh air.  I did take time out to cut the grass in the back garden as N toiled away with pre-autumn chores.