Black Puma
Ebony lies in a tree, waiting in dead silence.
Green eyes missing nothing, ears at the ready
Her cubs are hungry, and she is serious.
A rustle in the grass, yet she does not move.
Two unsuspecting hyenas; not terribly tasty but better than nothing.
She waits for the perfect time to make the kill leap
Knowing it is her one chance.
She is a great mom. She will be bring meat home tonight.
As she lies waiting an injured gazelle comes into the clearing.
Gazelles are fast, but not this one. It has an injured flank.
Ebony smiles. With any luck they will have dinner and lunch.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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