• Through the pale twilight the solitary stalker creeps.
    Dressed in her cloak of black velvet gifted by the moon.
    Her eyes liquid amber bestowed by the sun.
    Suddenly she crouches, her body tensed like a spring.
    Quick as a flash, like a bullet from a gun, she bounds across the landscape towards prey unexpecting.
    With barely a struggle down comes the hunted
    Then off trots the leopardess with the unfortunate locked in her jaws.