Голодные игры

           Thosearenopossum’seyes,Iknowtheirglassyreflectiontoowell.Infact,thosearenotanimaleyesatall.Inthelastdimraysoflight,Imakeherout,watchingmesilentlyfrombetweenthebranches.Rue.

           Howlonghasshebeenhere?Thewholetimeprobably.Stillandunobservedastheactionunfoldedbeneathher.PerhapssheheadeduphertreeshortlybeforeIdid,hearingthepackwassoclose.

           Forawhileweholdeachother’sgaze.Then,withoutevenrustlingaleaf,herlittlehandslidesintotheopenandpointstosomethingabovemyhead.