Just Another Day At The House
Dear Avid Reader,
The warrior clad in shadows, quietly lays in the bottom of the valley. He tiredly stretches and yawns, worn from a hard day of training. He paces and curls himself together, prepared to sleep. The work of the day begins to ebb and gives way to a deserved rest from the troubles of the world. But as his eyes begin to droop he sense something amiss...
Atop the cliff, the warrior robed in ash readies himself. He crouches low, hiding himself from view. Secretly, he plots a surprise attack against his foe. Energy begins to rise from his feet, up his legs. It burns its way up to his body, his arms, and head. His muscles lock, then release to allow his legs to shuffle and find the correct position. As if struck by lighting, he springs into the air!
In the air his arms extend out, preparing to meet his enemy. His legs push out, hastening his descent down the face of the rocky cliff. Is mind focuses until it becomes a blade intent on slicing his victim. As his eyes narrow, he readies himself for the impact with the opponent's neck.
The shaded warrior whips his head around, realizes his nemesis his almost upon him. In the second that he has he jumps to meet the grey fighter in the sky. Alas, the smoky fighter was too quick, his game too well played. The black soldier attempt to correct his path in mid-air. Pulling his lower half back down to earth in order to dodge the deadly blow, he flips underneath the passing missile of iron.
Both gladiators land on there feet and flourish around to meet their rival. Both fly at each other, determined to be the victor. Arms flail at each other. Each punch is met with a corresponding block. Both equally matched and unwilling to concede. The combatants step back, ending the skirmish. Unable to find an obvious weakness, they consider other tactics.
But the drab attacker knows that the battle will not be won today. He ceremoniously bows and then speeds away in a cloud of lead. The sooty champion once again circles and lays down to dream. Perhaps his vacation from the brawling would come easily this time. Already the quarrels of life were fading.
After all, my cats lead hard lives.
The warrior clad in shadows, quietly lays in the bottom of the valley. He tiredly stretches and yawns, worn from a hard day of training. He paces and curls himself together, prepared to sleep. The work of the day begins to ebb and gives way to a deserved rest from the troubles of the world. But as his eyes begin to droop he sense something amiss...
Atop the cliff, the warrior robed in ash readies himself. He crouches low, hiding himself from view. Secretly, he plots a surprise attack against his foe. Energy begins to rise from his feet, up his legs. It burns its way up to his body, his arms, and head. His muscles lock, then release to allow his legs to shuffle and find the correct position. As if struck by lighting, he springs into the air!
In the air his arms extend out, preparing to meet his enemy. His legs push out, hastening his descent down the face of the rocky cliff. Is mind focuses until it becomes a blade intent on slicing his victim. As his eyes narrow, he readies himself for the impact with the opponent's neck.
The shaded warrior whips his head around, realizes his nemesis his almost upon him. In the second that he has he jumps to meet the grey fighter in the sky. Alas, the smoky fighter was too quick, his game too well played. The black soldier attempt to correct his path in mid-air. Pulling his lower half back down to earth in order to dodge the deadly blow, he flips underneath the passing missile of iron.
Both gladiators land on there feet and flourish around to meet their rival. Both fly at each other, determined to be the victor. Arms flail at each other. Each punch is met with a corresponding block. Both equally matched and unwilling to concede. The combatants step back, ending the skirmish. Unable to find an obvious weakness, they consider other tactics.
But the drab attacker knows that the battle will not be won today. He ceremoniously bows and then speeds away in a cloud of lead. The sooty champion once again circles and lays down to dream. Perhaps his vacation from the brawling would come easily this time. Already the quarrels of life were fading.
After all, my cats lead hard lives.
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James
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