I am beginning to learn
The telltale signs of the true predators
Where they leave their tracks
Planted in freshly shoveled earth.
An unintentional sleaziness to the way
They try to cover their errant missteps
Primal animals with deceitful earnest grins
That hide a more troublesome voraciousness.
It’s best to steer clear of their scent
But when it comes to necessary survival…
In the wilderness of concrete and green papers
Their acquaintance any maiden or heroine alike,
Out to venture for herself, is certain to make.
Run the other way when you can
Warn and band with other huntresses when possible
Sound the alarm Only if you are safe to do so.
Staying is never recommended…
Although it has been enticing,
For how splendid the road I’m on does seem…
And this pleasant beast happens to hold what I need
To fulfill certain oaths and obligations.
And yet, while I am weary and know better…
In mind, I spin around with the obvious blunder of continuing
To court what I have seen in file may be a dangerous move
While still looking for a break in the treeline
That could lead to sturdier footpaths
And a brighter well-guarded road.
There is one within my sight
With more familiar and inviting creatures
Who most likely have also learned to hunt
And stay in packs to guard what’s precious.
Into their well-nourished and vibrant clan
I am eager to be accepted
And make a split-second escape
Even as I can’t forget he now knows my trail.
Until then, I bide my time in strategy
Only a little uncertain but understanding all the same
That in order to avoid a disastrous altercation…
It would be wise to keep looking.