She needs no mate but to procreate and she'll not bow courteously at any suitors feet.
She has weathered winters blizzards, famines and woes-to discount her is only your own cold, slow, suicide.
She undresses well the nomad predator---all her tests are completed and well beyond par,
she is no fool to anyone who dares irreverantly approach her.
The cliffside has remained her home; sometimes weary yet always prepared, she takes her steps reticently... no enemy ever hears.
She is stealth and beauty and majesty too. She can never be a cruel hands friend, trophy or fool.
To some she has value for her elegant coat, to others they prize a photo of this prophetess in disguise.
She is ageless and genius...you would never catch her off guard.
If you have gotten close and survived it is she who declined
to hunt you and seek you and then bury you alive.
