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 ….