• Basking in the sun
    Like a snake stricken by morn
    Giving off a sleek black shine
    Like a demon above the surface

    Wild intentions outraged with a face stricken by the past
    As a wolf prepared for the slaughter
    The shirker of the days awaken with poise
    A mellifluous stride taken with ease

    Good intentions clouded with distrust
    Found with sharpest of eyes
    Ears displayed with complete focus
    Waiting for a voice to be heard

    A shroud of black
    Hiding the whitest of fangs
    ...a blood lust
    Like daggers eager to cut the skin

    With muscular physic
    Taken with quiet movements
    Like a tiger looking for a suitable meal
    That satisfies the smallest hunger

    Like the dragon of the west
    Her stride is enriched with ease then increases with strength
    Eager and focused
    She is bold and stable even in the deepest snow

    Like the most curious pup
    She is filled with determination and play
    Like an apprentice...
    Up holding the rank of a warrior

    In the pinnacle of winter
    Sights are conspicuous in the snow
    Instincts are held high
    Acting at the slightest movement

    Stunned by the break in solitude
    Prey is stricken with a fatal blow...
    Relaxed with the satisfaction of a fresh meal

    A quick slumber at the base of a tree
    The shirker of the days returns to the pack
    Groomed and relaxed she sleeps
    Applauded by the day she slumbers...
    Waiting to rise the next morn.