Meadowlark Prairie twinkle toes

her tail was a flag atop a mast in a meadow sea. it stuck out as a beacon, one that was particularly difficult to miss. so it was to be a game then, huh? so be it, he would play.

he lowered himself beneath the blades of grassland, his nose hovering just above the earth's surface. he slunk himself closer to where her tail had last been seen, and then readied himself to pounce. like a cat, his backend wiggled in excitement and his tail twitched with anticipation.

he tensed muscles and then! ACHOOO. any attempt at a surprise attack was halted by the swift act of a sneeze. he swore he heard mother nature laugh in the passing gust of wind. he let out a sigh and disappointed huff as he returned to a relaxed posture, head back above the grass and scanning the scenery for any sight of where his company might have gone.