Come To the Meadow My Pretty

I follow my senses to the meadows Where the eagles keep an eye out for the bunnies I feel a kindship, knowing I am a predator also. Their eaglets waiting, for the tasty morsel, I gulp. For I am Aries the fierce and the powerful. Hunting my own prey, recognizing their souls You had best be on your way; for I am ruthless. I will sweep you up in my pandemic and carry you off No one will know of our battle. I have been waiting many moons for this day My ancestors give guttural grunts of approval They want me to devour my enemies, I glide in my mind to my soul place. At this moment, in this meadow I am not sure where you stand. Edible? Maybe. I am a carnivore. My teeth gnash thinking of the meal I am seeking. Come let us eat, my pretty. Not both of us, but one who is smelling the blood One who is angry for she is not with her eagle brothers. Come to the meadow, my pretty. Come to the meadow.