He did not know what he was doing. His brain was addled from the long winter - there was no more food in his part of the woods His coat was getting dull It was a matter of survival - stealing into the orchard to nibble at the blueberry buds just before the sun peeked in the horizon. He was careful to stay hidden behind the trunk of the big mulberry; He had already made the owner quite angry by his intrusions. He was going to run across the mounds of snow just as he used to but he was so hungry so hungry he had to eat and eat as much as he could eat. he did not hear the house door creak or the shotgun's squeak he did not heed his sprinting herd but he did feel the kiss of lethal steel. ~~~~~~ For DVerse Poets' Anthropomorphism prompt by Lillian.