Marauding Grasp

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A poised and calm chiseled, exterior, she portrayed,

In her head, a flurry of activity, all frayed,

She played along, thinking on her feet,

His diabolic heart, cloaked in dripping graciousness replete,

She did read; biding time, was her game,

Till the opportune moment came,

To escape, the big marauding cat, on a dare,

To trap an unsuspecting prey ( so he thought ), in his snare.