She moves in the night
as the scent of pine
on a November dawn.
Speaks in whispers
of a cool reasurance
like the song of mist
at April morn.
The exuberance of gazelle
and loving of kualla babe
to mothers breast.
Secure as the small roo
on journey through day.
as cautious as leopard
or vivacious like unto
the imperial impalla.
Graceful only surpassed
by eagle in flight
over canyon wall.
May hap I love her
this enchanting embodiment
of natures love.