Anticipation

She's up there.
Do you see her?
Behind the tree on the left,
or maybe on the rock to the right. 
She's up there
waiting. 
She could smell you for miles. 
She has been listening to you for hours. 
Her anticipation grows,
but she remains patient. 
She twitches the tip of her tail, shifts her haunches, feet flattened to the ground, muscles engaged. 
Her whiskers en pointe, she lifts her nose to the sky and tastes the air with a grimace. 
She has prepared for this for hours
generations
eons. 
And you,
well you will have less than one second to react.
 
Good luck.