The Kill

This note is partially inspired by a cold wet November afternoon, where my brain is sorta fried but I still got lots to do, a story from a friend of mine (don’t all my notes be inspired by conversations so words spill forth from my brain onto paper), a conversation with another one and memories of Sin City (one of the best movies ever made), oh yes.

Far away in the Savannah plains

She walked majestically alone

Sinews moving in rythmn

In picturesque magnificience

Her mind was elsewhere

At events past so long ago

Yet so fresh in her mind

He was always there

The one who stirred these feelings

From far long ago when they were cubs

They shared a bond, that never left

But now so strong it felt, yet so weak it was

Subconciously her eyes scanned the horizon

The plains were quiet

Or so they seemed

Senses overwhelmed her emotions

The beating of her heart

Neither fear nor pain, but anticipation

She knew what she had to do

Time was of essence

Yet patience was key

Down on her paws she went

Crawling silently

Her prey espied

The lone bull in his prime

Never had she taken on one so big and strong

Never had she attempted such a feat

The temptation was all she heard

Silently and gracefully she moved

Into the zone she leapt

Her mind was one with the plain, the earth and sky

Only one chance she had

For the single point she flew

With all senses focused

A javeline in flight ….