She stretches out on her lounge,
Legs flex, muscles taut, then back down.
Relaxing, warm breezes, she sighs,
Settles back, slowly closes sultry eyes.

Nearby, her shadow, named Shadow,
Hunches back, then arches, then mellow.
Purring soft and low, so contentedly,
Feline thoughts, liquid and hazy.

Almost asleep, then in between,
The waking world and the dream.
Cold dread on the back of her neck,
She sits up, eyes scanning the deck.

Little sister, her feline medium,
Alert now, not lulled by tedium.
A snarl, and hiss, in her throat,
She searches her enemy to smote.

Woman fixes her stare in the corner,
Eyes seeing only bougainvillea.
Shadow zones her gaze thereto,
But her sight is much more true.

Knowing she can't see evil there,
Both lock eyes on the spot where
A threat, it would try to hide.
Now it runs for it own sorry life.