Huntress

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The Mutt
The Mutt
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                    Huntress

   Day turns to night and the Huntress is prowling,
   Casting no shadow, she makes not a sound,
   Save for a low, nearly sexual growling,
   Deep in her throat as she glides 'cross the ground.
   See how they cower, avoiding her glances,
   The weak, little men so afraid of her bite,
   They cringe as she searches, and taking no chances,
   They crawl to the shadows and hide from her sight.
   Yet one man among them shows no trace of fear,
   Teasing and tempting, he welcomes the chase,
   He steps from the darkness as Huntress draws near,
   And smiles at the bloodlust he sees in her face.
   They circle like dancers, Huntress and Prey,
   She knows she will catch him, he prays that she may.
  

The Mutt
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jthserrajthserraalmost 20 years ago
An interesting sonnet...

all in all pretty good. A bit off in the meter as the start, but the closing lines fell into place pretty well. A nice treatment of a difficult form. very good.

jim : )