My brass and silver studded leather gauntlet wrist cuffs on, black, red and orange flame cowgirl hat, my one match inside the band, set low on my forehead, shadowing my hazel eyes, my black and white flame cowgirl boots tight on my feet, dressed in Wicca, mandatory, all black, leather silver studded belt, double row, copper and silver feather earrings in two holes in each of my ears, S & M leather studded choker encircling my neck, in Sage's meadow, my kung fu ninja razor sharp throwing stars, I hit bulls-eye on the Ace with a hole in it, from the discarded deck of casino blackjack cards, still with green felt residue, tacked on the bark of the ancient pine, I am the fierce warrioress, lesbian crusader, listening to Phil Collins, the song, In the Air Tonight, and the animals here, sets of twin fawns born in June, now losing their spots, their doe mamas, the kit fox and their girl cousins Coyote Pretty watch the sage woman toss another throwing star into the tree bark into the wild hung Queen of hearts where the woodpeckers have drilled a pilot hole to get the sap, and the spring hummingbirds supped the seeping sap nectar there while I watched, a voyeur, all eyes upon the rubythroats and rufus, I took the hummingbird feeders down this morning so the hummers will fly off for the season to other lands. The days are getting shorter as we approach fall equinox. Another razor sharp throwing star I launch into the Joker tacked onto the tree bark. Bulls Eye! The life of the Firebrand, demeanor of one Bad-Ass lesbian! Bulls-Eye!