Flirting with Death

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I’ve been after this guy for weeks. And look at him now.

Asleep.

Taunting me in plain sight.

Oh, mouse, you’re playin’ with death.

UPDATE:

For all my death-wielding words, I am a softie at heart. With minor injuries, the fuzz ball was caught and released. No doubt, the local hawk will be eating well this afternoon.

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