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She perches with her tree

a wicked spear on her back

Watching for any signs of danger

Poised and ready for attack.

She jumps to a new perch

lower on the tree

and growls at a human man

who isn't where he should be.

He stares up at her in horror

saying, "Lady don't hurt me."

She plucked her spear from behind

though there was no danger she could see.

She circles the man on the ground

and stiffens if he moves.

He got up painfully from the ground

using the tree grooves.

She moved closer with her spear

despite his pitiful beg

until she smelled the metallic scent

of his blood soaked leg.

She dropped down to her knees

and hiked up his pants.

To find his leg covered in deep gashes

and crawling fire ants.

She pushed him back slowly

onto the ground.

And put a fingerto her lips

so he'd stop making  annoying sounds.

She pulled a pouch from her side

with sacred healing herbs

and rubbed them along the gashes

though she looked disturbed.

The man turned green in the face

and sickened by the smell.

But magically the ants had scattered

and his leg began to get well.

The man raised his to the sky

thanking The forest Goddess Mion.

Only to scream rather girlishly

at an apprpaching Mpuntain lion