They brushed their tails

Along wooded bark

Claws digging in

Supple green spring

 

Bounces rippled the space

Destined for their cobalt eyes

For their ivory white fangs

 

And their target

Combat pursuit engaged

 

A fresh new juicy tip

Paws sink in along iridescent

Pine bark

Spanish moss hanging wistfully nearby

Watching

 

Teeth begin mawing

A biological chainsaw

sunlight, earth and water powered

The same fuel of its target

 

Half way thru

Two thirds...

Drop

 

Plummeting 76 feet to the straw-Laiden matt

A bailarina in her green tutu

Spirals down flipping like a high-diver

As she makes her gravitational descent

Softly to the forrest floor

 

Paloooshhh

Landed

 

The Forrest Tender

Secured many meals

For its offspring

Next spring