"Semuta"
  by Eric von Bayer

Semuta slid through the soft moonlight,
sensuous in her stealth she stole across the grass,
a secret smile stuck 'pon her lips...

slowly she crept, slinking softly...
her soft curves working as she slid silently along...
scarcely a sheen upon her silky fur.

shrouded in silence, she heard...
sounds echoing through the still night...
searching... slinking... stalking...