Lady's velvet show, nestled beneath a fern,
Peep's out to tip the dew from her
pinked skin.
Only royal blood of spring may steal a
foot within.
So soft, so shy, nary a mouse may
glimpse her eyes.
A tear of morn seeps between her lips,
To nourish her crystal sow.
She shudders in the breath of spring,
which warns of sweaty summer.
A smooth, rare beauty affixed to springs mud.
she falters, tilts her shining head,
Then slips behind the shadow of her fern.
Dido slunk around the corner, her fur glistening black ink, the soft moonlight illuminating the tip of each hair. The stifling silence smothered the darkness. Crouching, the nerves steel wires, Dido peered into the room beyond. her golden eyes were glittering diamonds as they spotted the tall sentinel tree. Slowly, a snake, she slithered beneath the impending shadows and headed for the protection of the couch. Her white mitttened paws and hairlike whiskers twitched, electrified in her mounting anticipation. Her prey elusive and unaware lay directly ahead. Lightening quickness hurled her small body towards the tree. Her lionlike instinct in control. Violently she fought, using four sets of talonlike claws. Her enemy a wriggling worm had her pinned on her back. Dido must now take the lead. She released her remaining energy, throwing the foe off her body and onto the floor. The struggle ceased and the proud victor stalked away, tail high in triumph. Behind, she left the tattered piece of tinsel to fade in the dimming moonlight.