She creeps
softly
through thick, tangled jungle
no snapping twigs
no crunching beneath her soft boots
She stalks
lightly
sniffing, listening
smelling, hearing
Nocking the arrow
she aims
gracefully arrow leaves bow
and with heavy thud
he drops to the ground
blood oozing from chest
Licking her lips
baring long, shining canines
she can almost taste blood
Tonight she will feast
[1997]
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