With lithe and cat like grace I stretch
and claw the earth beneath me
My hair billows around my face-
a mane for queen of beasts
I prowl the streets of this desolate city
in search of a meal
perhaps a game of chance
with my prey...
Who will dance with this female ?
Don't answer...don't speak
silence is a weapon and protection
Listen to these talons scrape and scar
the concrete as I circle
Don't run away
bow down and pray in pius gesture
just one SNAP of my jaws
and your pain will disappear
Your cries of mercy fall
No one is listening
struck dumb to everything
but the sounds of their own rotation
Little do they know their turn
comes next
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