mother nature

I can feel it coming on,a feeling not yet strong,but its coming,building up inside a feeling of excitement a moment of commitment then it starts to flow.I'm never at all sure which way it will go,a little ramble and overflowing scramble perhaps just another preamble,to my constitution,then a moment of confusion,pause then wait.let it flow,let it grow just let it go,then like a bird it takes flight suddenly theres shed a little light on the best way ,maybe to share some insight.The felinae is waiting to scream, to pounce to stand up and renounce, the past surely the present but never the future.She uses every ounce of strength left to hunt again.Its begun,her victim her prey her ancient ceremonial way,her claws dig in her jaws clamped on a helpless meal only to reveal she again has sealed the deal.She is victorious,time her only mother,death her only lover,she will only retreat slowly but she will never run away...