Mystery in her steps
Muscles tight and ready
Eyes like the sun
And strength radiating from her very soul
The hackles on her neck upright
The breath from her lungs deep but quiet
The movements slow and stealthy
The deep rhythmic sounds of prey showing her the light
The awesome power lunging forward
The sound not made by her footsteps many
The scatter of bewildered prey
The silent noise of the stripes is coming
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