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Jan. 30, 1996

like waves through the water,
strength ripples through her muscles.
she stops.
  perched on the edge of the plateau.
eyes tense,
  body poised,
ready to pounce.
ahead, her prey moves,
  unaware of the danger that is so
    close at hand.

she waits,
  knowing that soon,
    the perfect moment
  will present itself.
the sun continues its
  breath-takingly slow
    travel,
  across the vast blue heavens,
still, she waits.
as the minutes creep into
  hours, she sees her
perfect moment crawling
  ever closer.
soon,
  soon,
NOW!
She breaks into the silent daylight
  like a swimmer through the surface of the water.
she springs, catches her prey unprepared,

preditor being the past,
feeding on the future
with the full haunting strength of memories..