totemic

i.
i cannot be contained.
my body twists, turns,
snuggles into hidden spaces,
coiled upon itself for warmth
and safety.

my natural state is silence.

if you hear me,
run.

ii.
i cannot be subdued.
instead, i hide in plain sight.

my battles are wisely chosen,
but wisdom
is not weakness.

my voice is a terrible warning. 
my true weapons:
claws,
strength,
teeth,
agility,
determination.

iii.
i see you.

i smell you.

i know you:
your soft spots,
your armor.

i know
where to strike.

and i rarely miss.