so elusive
that no one
knows how many
exist, cougar woman
studied by Division of
Writing and Reading,
gathering facts from the
Division of Wildlife, do cougar
women rob rivals of any opportunity?

Or has
she turned
into a symbol
for competing interest?

She sits
tight in her
saddle, pulls
the horse's reins
back, stops and listens
to a bleating fawn, pulls
her unruled tablet from her
saddlebags, writes what she
knows, it's not a distressed fawn,
cougar women keep drifting west
drawn by abundant nature, her habitat
predicts where wildcats may colonize; the
Division knows it's just a matter of time,

those
who read
her knows she's
aggressive for good
reason, as a literary
carnivore management
specialist, the blood on her
quill feeds human interaction,
she becomes more rural, pussy
more feral using scent, sensuality
and revealing facts to discourage hassling
predators, cougar woman is more than a weekend
writer, weekend hunters kill anything they can find,

rims and
ledges, she
stands with a
burlap bag filled
with bread and cheese,
whiskey, tracking her next story
as controversial as Lady GaGa's
Alejandro,

cougar woman's
management based
on politics is going to fail,
it's a bloody fucking high fall...

Copyright 6.11.2010 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist