The Huntress

The huntress stalks as she walks,
her instincts sharp and honed.
She no longer wants to be alone.

The huntress does not do menial work.
No stacking shelves,
or washing dishes for someone else.
She doesn't want to work nine to five just to exist and stay alive.

Instead of spending hours in front of a mirror 
she could be designing some haute couture.
Not for our huntress all that stress.
She doesn't do work or mess.

If you meet and fall in love that's ok, 
You will live to fight another day.
If you hunt him down to put in a cage,
I am afraid your mistake is grave.

The huntress is not only you,
there are others on the prowl who will catch him too.
Beware those smiles that beguile, 
for he will no longer be yours in a while.

Softly is the best approach 
genuine feelings do not need to be coached.
Love and desire which pierce the heart,
will seal a bond almost impossible to part.

Love is blind to wrinkles and age.
Together you turn each and every page.
Do not fear that the huntress may be near.
You can fell her in one, with your spear.

 

© 2018 Taylor Crowshaw
The Tracings of my Shadow