Prowling

With feminine grace I watch her move,
Childlike ineptness she seemed to allude.
All eyes sought to follow her leisurely stroll,
Like a feline in heat she stalked towards her goal,
Was it virtue or wickedness she aimed to seek?
Her posture and intensity pressed away the meek,
She knew this process, this silent code...
It ran in her blood, tranquil but bold...
She passes all unwanted... those eyes she led.
Anticipation grows as she forges ahead.
The prairie was safe and peaceful at sight,
Tomorrow it would it bring dawn and the morning light.
She must focus to search, though the crowd was a fright,
If she wanted to touch and enjoy her prey this night.
She lights up and smiles as she turns her head,
Wondering and waiting to fill her bed.... 

- © Foxlette 2005