Standard Posted by Aidan Bodeo-Lomicky Posted on November 11, 2011 Posted under Poem Comments Leave a comment The hunt Bubbles dance down her side. Her muscles ripple with every flow of movement. She is on the hunt. Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related bubblesdancehuntmovementrippleshesideVaquita Post navigation ← Birth Every other year → Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.