Or rather crouches
The huntress of the night
She walks on feet
So softly padded
The huntress of the night
She crawls and creeps
Before she leaps
The huntress of the night
She rakes the ground
With hidden claws
The huntress of the night
She flicks her tail
Her shoulders rise
The huntress of the night
She sniffs the air
Her fangs know bared
The huntress of the night
She pounces swift
She comes drown strong
The huntress of the night
She grasps her prey
She tears away
The huntress of the night
She sits now still
And cleans herself
The huntress of the night
She does not see
Upon her claws
The huntress of the night
She has on them
The remnants left
The huntress of the night
She can't remove
The bits of yarn
The huntress for tonight
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