The Beauty of the Beast

Beauty is a beast, terrible and real
A predator stalking her every meal
The seas of grass hide her face
Her muscles work with liquid grace
A heart of thunder beats within
Wicked fangs 'neath a wicked grin
A flash of orange, light o' white
Talons of death, gripping tight
All is sudden, then all is still
She walks away with treasured kill

Back to shadows, darkness, trees
For now the beauty is appeased.

The Magicians Owl