[other] hunter
author: meg
Freya stands spinning
her hands pulling out the thread
of wool dyed with colors
brought from long sea journeys
red as the fire in the hearth
With quick hands
she winds the red thread on the shaft
sets the spindle in motion again
one practiced flick like a warrior
loosing a bow
A black kitten
too young to be harnessed
but too old to be with her mother
pats soft paws at the spindle
as it turns in the air
Smiling and laughing
Freya dangles the spindle
pulls it away from the cat
saying, When you are older
We shall find you better prey.
the end
Freya stands spinning
her hands pulling out the thread
of wool dyed with colors
brought from long sea journeys
red as the fire in the hearth
With quick hands
she winds the red thread on the shaft
sets the spindle in motion again
one practiced flick like a warrior
loosing a bow
A black kitten
too young to be harnessed
but too old to be with her mother
pats soft paws at the spindle
as it turns in the air
Smiling and laughing
Freya dangles the spindle
pulls it away from the cat
saying, When you are older
We shall find you better prey.
the end