Warrioress

I walk down the street.
I think I am a warrioress.
Powerful, confident stride,
Lean, firm body.
They watch me,
And they know.
Imperial,
Regal force.
See it marked in her face?
My eyes
Brush you coldly,
Emotionlessly.
I give you nothing.
My hands clenched
And my body in fighting stance.
I am feline,
And most of all,
I am the cat's claws.
The air stirs,
Lightly,
Then settles.
I am an illusionary
Memory.

© Elven Lore 5-10-96