My Painted Lady Falls onto the Forest Floor

Honestly, I have no clue as to why I wrote this.

My painted lady falls
my plumed and winged w***e
to sprawl in mossy halls
upon the forest floor

The hunter follows close behind
spurred by the sound of falling wings
My lover she responds in kind
and refuses to fly again

And O! to be so cavalier
my plumed and winged w***e
making love to her hunter dear
upon the forest floor

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

This reads like a ballad - and tells a passionate tale.

[marisa starkilicious]

You may not know why you wrote this, but I'm glad you did. It's a very interesting poem, indeed, and I just love the cadence. The shortness also adds to its majesty. Wonderful job on this! :)