Creative Writing Bird

I eyed up my prey, and pounced. Barely missing the bird, I came back down and scrambled after it. The bird had flown onto a tree but that wasn't going to stop me. I ran up, dug my claws into the tree and began climbing. I bounded along the branch and leapt for the bird but to no prevail as I came crashing back to earth. All I wanted was to catch the bird, then I would be happy.

I waited for the bird to return whilst I devised a plan. I finished planning my attack when suddenly the bird came swooping in and landed atop a fence. Great, I'll be able to see if my plan works. I stayed absolutely silent as I crept towards the bird. I went to strike but a noise frightened the bird and it flew off again. Damn, I was so close. I'll have to try again later.

After spending ages waiting, the bird finally came back and landed on the roof. Oh no. The roof is the hardest place to get to and now the bird is up there, I'll never be able get it. No, I've come too far to give up now. I'll find a way to get up there. I scanned area for a way to get on the roof. I could jump from the table to the post then to the roof, or I could climb the tree, run across the fence and jump to the roof. Option one is ok but I don't know if I could land on such a small post so I'll go option two even though it's still risky. …show more content…
I approached the roof and stopped. This was it, either I make the jump and catch the bird or I fail and give up. I'm more likely to fail, but I can't back down now. I moved as far back as possible and pushed off. I felt my front feet touch something solid and I pulled myself in. I had made it across, now all I had to do was catch the bird. I used my momentum to keep moving, but still stayed quiet. I came up right behind the bird and pounced with all my might. As I flew out off the roof, I felt something warm in my paws. I put it in my mouth to make sure I wasn't going to lose it and prepared to