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Huntress
Slowly she stalks her prey,
relying on the instincts of a huntress,
feelings and senses buried deep within.
The instinct she was born with.
Through the land she paces,
silently gazing about,
looking for what she doesn’t yet know.
Ppreparing to do battle.
Finally a movement catches her eye,
crouching low she steadies herself.
Taking one final breath,
she pounces.
The short scuffle finishes,
she is the victor.
There was never a doubt,
For she is the huntress, not the prey.
The short scuffle finishes,
she is the victor.
There was never a doubt,
For she is the huntress, not the prey.
I felt addressing unknown but very much known SHE..I know its you and talking to mirror.. this poem is done very professionally.. perfect and giving multiple meanings and making questions in mind.. best of luck good poet.. well done..