Cold and relentless
Silently stalking across the Serengeti
the moonlight slid over her–
ankle, knee, thigh, groin, belly, ribs, breasts–
to pounce on the throat.

I watched, transfixed:
‘You must not violate the law of the Serengeti,’
the tango of predator and prey.

But everything changes
When the predator is cold and distant
And the prey is lying next to you
smelling familiar.

JGL