Huntress

Huntress

She's hunting for perfection.
Her claws scour the clearing.
She preys on rocks that mock enough,
The layered landscape fearing.

She's poised, and posed, as queen.
Her paws perfectly hiding
The dirt that dared to cross her lair,
To play with in her timing. 

She's alert, always aware,
Her senses ever feeling.
She never sleeps this huntress feeds
On imperfection's being.




By LJ. Copyright 2016

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