Watching and drinking in the whole scene to weigh it up
Until she knows what to use precious energy on
Circling in a slow decreasing arc towards the thing in eyeline
It is not aware of her presence yet
So used is she to moving deliberately and nonchalantly that nothing
Unless she wants to be seen
Or they have crossed her path on the wrong side
Mainly she does not roar she is unassuming, quiet even
But a chord of fear is struck when they hear her angry battle cry
Notice for the first time her teeth.
So much drank in slowly, like milkshake through a straw
Chilling her insides little by little a steady stream of ice
Till her hot anger overflowing but slowly edge her towards her target
Watch her smile as she slithers in shadow
Kill her prey ? No not her.
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