Buttercup twirls her indigo and carmine frock,
then red-robin minces down to the creek bed.
Her lion’s mane shines
like a persimmon.
Squatting she snaps fiddleheads
for a sumptuous, gourmet dinner.
A bobcat up the cliff freezes
and the forest stops.
Alert, she jerks up her chin.
He’s a buffalo-steak trudging the creek bed.
She stands with pearl oyster teeth
and the gaze of a snow leopard.