Enmity

From the corner of his eyes watching over his dominion, he crouched there.
There in another side of our yard sat another cat watching over his territory.
One black, one white.
When one for any reason moved the other stood, arched his body and gave a scream that scared me out of my wits.
Both were sufficiently fat and strong to end lives.
Patiently, looked forward to recklessness, to a mistake. Satisfied with the other’s mistake.
Their territory was not visible, not a line or something. It might have been an imaginary one, one which lay in their heads, but surely differed for each. Each had his own.
A move, standing, a miaow and again couching for a long time.
It went on until night when I retired.
Now in the morning there is no trace of them in our yard, yet they must be in another yard with their enmity going onnnn.