105. (new) The water vole.

Sunning itself on a jut of mud, it drops with a ‘plop’.
the water vole stole across the brook with nary a look.
feeling a way among stones and weeds
under the waterline the saltless brine
into it’s hole the water vole hides.
semi blind eyes watching
nose and ears twitching,
sensing excitement of a small dog on the hunt.
Has the day of Reckoning come?

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