Huntress Quest

Head back
nostrils flare
upon the wind
the stench
the aroma of evil
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.
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
Picture via Pinterest

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

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