burning fierce holes in the darkness,
reflect the soft light of the silver moon
and make the night a serious shade of black.
THERE IS DANGER!
Two dimensional slihouette
moving in slow motion
against one dimensional background
Till still coils spring free in a leap!
And razor incisors slice jugular.
To bring forth warm salty red velvet gushers.
And death sighs mingle in prayer
with guttural growls.
Tomorrow, as dawn pierces night with golden lance
she will breast feed her young
and mummer them to sleep.
THERE IS LOVE.