Huntress Quest

Head back

nostrils flare

upon the wind

the stench

the aroma of evil

dances

clawing over tongue

entering throat

gagging even as ever drawn forth.

Striding with purpose

feral eyes aglitter

following the malodor

a black gnatted mimosa

visible only to the avenger

the shadow monger

as she slips and slides

ever after her quarry.

On her hip

humming its own particular energy

also leads

its blade hungry

ready to reap

to eat

the soul that they seek.

In the night

a shrieking howl

off at a run

once more

too late

too slow

to catch the ravenous beast.

Fletched

taut

ready to fly

her quarry once more on the run.

At her feet

the still body

of a tiny mite no more.

©July 15/22

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