By cats_meow
Date: 1 November 2000
The Huntress
THE HUNTRESS
With silent steps upon the jungle floor, and wingless flights among limbs and vines.
The diligent huntress, sleek and strong, stalks her unwary prey.
Her golden eyes stay focused, watching every move.
Her ears hear even the slightest noise, of beast or wind swept leaves.
Beneath her coat of soft, slick fur, lies taught, lean muscles, tested and true.
Ready to pounce at just the right moment, when the huntress takes her prey.
Motionless and quiet, now one with all around her,
Silent breaths and racing heart, she knows the time is near.
With A mighty lunge, the struggle is short, another victim of her powers.
The mighty Huntress has won again, her trophy lifeless beneath her.
Should I like her, lie in wait for you, until you are in reach?
Then pounce from cover, no hint of my presence, I’m there you suddenly discover.
But not to attack or harm you, or bring any hint of fear.
Only to shower you with tenderness, and love that never ends.
Yes, the Huntress I shall be, and worthy of the name, for I will wait silently, and watch you from
afar.
Then suddenly I will be there, swift and unexpected, to devour you with love, of which you have
never known.
Yes the Huntress waits patiently, her prey unsuspecting.
One day she will reveal herself to proclaim her love so true .
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