She was the graceful essence of a predator playing the deadly dance between life and death. Her prey, a predator in its own right, had not seen her stalking its path by the watering hole. She rested, poised to strike. A Stillness prevailed in the jungle air as she readied for the kill.
Tropical birds called to each other in the distance, and the water lapped gently by the shore, but otherwise was a dreadful calm that washed over the space.
She would dine well this evening