Walkin on Air

A Sapphic Hunting Strophe

"What are thee there? Dash! Slutheraway,
mucky mouthed lil' bitch, tha'rt a daemon:
cheek an' impidence. Be ta'ein yo' whoam ‘gain;
s'lt tha fear nowt then?"

Quickly, sharp dog-yelps of snarling wolfhound
were heard rebounding through the quiet forest,
as her hunter blocked the retreating victim
caught in between them.

Bloody red paw prints accompanied death-howls
over snow-covered fields and meadows, headlong
onto ice-filled streams, when there suddenly came
prolonged, bleak silence.



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