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.

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