profiles warning bee

 Profiles in an oak against the evening sky.

I hear a tinkling sound from the wilderness of the neglected garden next door. It is a cat stalking in some shrubs and long grass. The bell on its collar warns its prey. Cruel to the cat whose nature is crossed?  Or to the birds who are alerted?

A bumble bee, this morning, unaware that it is mid November, hovers round the spent flowers of a lace cap hydrangea,  while the last  dead leaves of the lime tree over the lawn flutter to earth.