• She turned her gracefull head to look at me. Only twice did I see those amber orbs.
    They first held srong memories of Savana suns, and hunts.
    The thrill of the chaise and the rush of the kill.
    Herds of massive beasts moved across her lands.

    Her soft fur pressed against the concreat and Steal of her pen.
    Twenty by Twenty was never large enough for to streach out and run.

    Slowly as days progressed, her light faided.
    Spots dulled.
    Claws long and ragged from disuse.


    Her meals came as cold chuncks of flesh on a pole.
    I saw those Amber eyes once again, and it tore at my soul.
    For the magestic hunter they once showed had gone.

    Her life shortaned.
    Her spirit broken.

    Never again would those brilliant Orbs glance in my direction.