Domesticated

by Tom Bajoras

Quietly next to the pillow
she sleeps,
like a guardian angel
hypnotizing with meteor eyes.
Remember the ancient forest
where we chanted guttural spells?
She was there:
In the night, just outside the fire,
walking unseen circles around us.
Now the dethroned queen of fang and claw
snuggles with the sleeping child,
softly purring
but still dreaming of the hunt.