Silently gliding through
invisible trails
In search of quarry
most rare.

Her bare feet
leaving no prints
for the earth
to reveal her passing.

Her eyes, deepest amber,
search endlessly
until they light upon
her gilded prey.

Notching a silver arrow
from her woven quiver
she takes its life,
and in return
she gives thanks
and blessings
to her prey
and the gods
that provide.