She’s a wild woman,
one that can’t be caged.
She creeps through so silently,
leaving her prey unphased.
She’s dark as the night time,
never striking in the day.
You’ll rarely see her as she comes,
but when you do,
you better run.
She is the master of camouflage,
and she’s truly a rare sight,
often misunderstood,
many unaware of her light.
In the world she is vital,
she keeps the ecosystem well-balanced,
She reminds me
that rare beauty,
often comes nuanced.
— D