Entity
out of the abyss.
Graceful paws
tiptoe over tumbled boulders
beneath the pale winds of dawn.
Tawny-coated stalker
sniffs the breeze.
Relaxed, she strolls between oaks,
around clumps of chaparral.
Lithe body snakes through spiky grasses.
Amber eyes searching landscape
spy her prey.
Slowly, thick tail swishes
left.... right.
She merges with shrubs
behind screens of leaves:
a mule deer moving to the stream.
In ghostly silence, she watches.
Her supple body flows forward
on melted bones and muscles.
She hides behind drooping willows,
staring at her prey grazing
on the stream's far side.
He lifts his head, lowers it.
Tawny form glides over slick rocks.
Closer she slinks,
brownish-yellow scrub.
Exploding
she grasps his rump with iron claws
and pulls him down,
springing away from falling body,
gouging antlers, flailing hoofs.
The deer cries out in anguished dialect,
as her ghostly breath bursts his heart.
Trees shake bleeding birds from branches.
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