Instinct

The hellcat glances towards you.
You make her nervous,
so her tail twitches.
She paces back and forth
on the forest path, where
you first came upon her.

She raises her hackles
a growl low, and stares you down.
She warns you about coming any nearer,
yet she doesn't want you to leave.

Her first instinct is to sink her teeth
into you; strike first before
you attack. She considers
the kill. You smirk,
confident in your survival.

She moves silently towards you,
as she studies her adversary;
no wariness is reflected in your eyes.
Why don't you fear me?

You reach out a hand,
while she contemplates:
To bite, to purr, or to flee?