Silhouettes of perfection mirrored in the moon's reflection As they dance across the plain.
Sheets of grass are crisp with dew From the condensation caused by the concentration of their gaze.
Blind to the life they draw they are stopped only by thunderous applause from the voyeurs of their strain
Horns shattering the silence of an intimate exchange. Excited by the very motion of the living. The color of their exsistance change. Any misgiving and the other will find where fury preys.