Waves of movement
dance across the
figure in an
articulated stance.

A sloping hill
crawls up her back
and crawls back down
like great stone arches.

A long, furred rope
eagerly whips
back and forth as
playful as it is.

Her eyes sparkle;
They’re emeralds
with dazzling stars.
Satellites stand up
on her small head,
swiveling and
swerving to know
ev’rything there is.

Solid white knives
protrude from her
menacing mouth.
Dark patterns bind the
Creature; they charm
Ev’ry viewer
with their detail
and swift curvature.

The beast bounds at
Ev’ry beetle,
instincts from old
kin lingering in
her cunning mind.
She’s light on her
feet, light as a
feather, pouncing and
pawing and claws
Ev’ry second of her day.

Her eyes portray
a sense of peace
animalistic
innocence truthful.

She is stunning
and not guiltless.
Her shadowy coat
flows down her back and
up her  thin tail.
Her ethereal
mitts cover her
quick, razor-sharp claws,
and let me tell
her eyes will pierce
you down to your
very existence.