I'd be reaching the town soon. I had slowed down to listen to the mellifluous sound of the birds singing their morning chorus. I laughted to myself. My long russet-coloured plume swaying along behind me, as if it was conducting the birds in their song.
Finally I had reached the road. A gentle zephyr flew past me, ruffling my silken coat and gently moving the fallen leaves along the pavement. It was a sombre day in November. Giant puffs of cloud hovered above my head. Rays of golden sunlight were struggling to break through.
I trotted along cheerfully. My amber irises scanning my surroundings, I soon spotted something of great interrest: A Butcher's Shop. I lurched forward. My mighty paws beating off the cracked pavement as I galloped.
I waited until the butcher was distracted to make my move. I leaped up snatching a crimson slab of meat before running off, the bewildered butcher shaking his fist and shouting loud words at me.
I didn't stop running until I reached the forest. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins, but it was worth it.
I settled down in the debris of leaves, munching triumphantly on my steak once again listening to the gentle morning chorus of the sparrows.
Age 13 (2009)