Lioness

ailsacawley

Watching and drinking in the whole scene to weigh it up

Carefully prowling

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

Even notices

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.

Breath…

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Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember. First inspired by the wonderful stories of Roald Dahl, the Brothers Grimm etc. I adore myths and magic of all sorts, though I read so many genres it's impossible to classify it all!! Some of my poetry is truth with a healthy (or unhealthy depending on your view!),dose of magic and fiction and others are pure fiction. I'll leave you to decide for yourself which those are! Please stop by and enjoy and glad to make your acquaintance. Feel free to leave a comment 🙂

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