Sunday Scribblings #165 - Covert

A furtive glance on all sides, and the black-clad stranger in the neighboring yard crept closer to the open window on the ground floor. He froze as he glimpsed me, framed in my bathroom window next door. His sharp, cunning face and maliciously flashing amber eyes softened promptly into a look of innocent unconcern. 

I stepped back from my window, feigning inattention, waited, then stole another glance. The dark stranger was again covertly observing his surroundings. I was just in time to see him spring lightly onto the stool outside the window. Again, he looked around, but I drew back and he didn't see me. 

Stealthily, one step into the gloomy window recess, then another; he wiggled his soft little body through the security bars, then swift as lightning his black back paws and shiny black tail disappeared too. 

No doubt the cat burglar was after the resident feline's lunch.