The Kill

my first short story..

She jumped the fence and ran in to the back alley. It was some sort of sadness in her eyes, which talked of pain and suffering, yet no one understood and will never know. Lurking on top bin she waited patiently with her legs folded underneath her body. This time her gaze was fixed on one thing. The sadness had disappeared from her eyes and replaced with the predatory gaze. Oblivious to impending doom a small bird was having time of life in the puddle of water from the recent rains. It was as if the time of the day that evening, and the climate had colluded to make a perfect (dark) day for the kill. She sprung high with her paws wide and her canine extremities protruding from soft black fur like a steel dagger out of a winter soldiers hands grabbed the bird. The bird had not time to react. It was done. Jaw hold in the neck made the final blow. Tonight her new family would not sleep hungry.