Huntress

That face of beguiling sweetness belies her callous instinctual
nature.
Beyond those dazzling emerald eyes lie unparalleled mechanisms for
targeting prey.
She lies in the midst of her kingdom - a queen basking in the balmy
warmth of the sun.
She is the embodiment of contentment, her tail softly waving in the
breeze,
Her melodious purr a symbol of her satisfaction.

Her sharp ears detect a hopeful rustling under the tree and she rolls
lazily onto her side.
Her inner pendulum of debate swings in favour of investigation.
She strolls majestically to the site of interest, her tail held in
pennant fashion, her feet daintily finding their way through the sweet
clover.

Upon reaching her destination, the rustling is no more.
She holds her head high to take in the scents which waft in the
breeze.
With slothful strides she resumes her previous position of
residence
and the crown of golden sunshine once again anoints her head.