hunter

Tree in Mist

I recall the white
mist into which you traipsed
wrapping about you a
shawl of ice crystals

The metamorphosis into
a creature of frost, fierce
ozone and wolf fang
primal promiscuity won

the hides of conquered foes
shook, on your hips.

Vampire

A Nightmare roosts on the bed post
Its sickle-shaped wings folded in repose
Waiting for evening to draw its curtain
And the sleeper to lay her head

In winding jungle
A black leopard stalks her prey
Feathered death-throes