The hunt

She's a bow -
all strength and tension -
give her an arrow
and she'll shoot it
straight as a die
bullseye
she's direct, she's punchy

he's a deer
all movement, all delight,
skittering in the margins,
laughing, dancing,
first with a joke, a drink,
falling in love with his own shadow

yes, it's inevitable
she'll fire
he'll fall