On a beautiful warm and sunny Saturday afternoon...
... thirteen butterflies gather on the muddy bank of the stream.
Hootie and I are on a walk and I stop and get On Pointe (well, the girl is at ballet class and I thought I'd use her spelling of this word. You know, for me, my hunting is an art form; just like ballet!)
Ever so slowly I creep up on my unsuspecting prey...and then...
ATTACK!!!
Hootie's yelling, "Stop! Stop!" didn't phase me.
That's what she gets for trusting me,
stepping back to take her dumb picture
and thinking I will forever just point!
Silly human.
~W
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