Queen of the hunt.

She moved with grace across the land,
Her golden body low,
Her chosen target oblivious,
A low growl escaped her lips.

Around the creature were her sisters,
All strong and single- minded,
This was kill or die,
Hunger gnawed at them.

Slowly she crept closer,
The stalking taking hours,
With great care she raised her head,
And exploded forward.

Her four legs moving in sync,
Her sisters knowing her mind,
The creature fled,
But was bitten in the hind leg.

It was down,
She and her sisters gorged on its death,
Their offspring joining in,
One day they too shall hunt.

She shreds away muscle,
Is never alone,
Licked away skin,
Right off the bone.

For she is the queen,
They rule this land,
And their king is somewhere,
His paws in the sand.