17 January 2013
Unaware of what lurked in the darkness Sat perched up high a lovely sleek Goddess
With fur as black as night something swift has captured Her sight.
With that the hunt has begun, with the moon as Her guide instead of the sun.
Set on her haunches she powerfully springs the light catches Her eye excitement gleams.
Treading softly on tiny feet ears alert honed to the heartbeat
Quick pounce a toss around No more prey to be found
A short bath before the break of day And with much grace She slips away into the nights embrace
All Rights Reserved Shekonah G January 16, 2013
Night Prowler • Opuss № I