Day 9 - Hunter and Hunted

It's a two for Tuesday double prompt today: hunter and hunted. I'll admit that my hunted element isn't that obvious, but I hope it's sort of implied.

Pride

She shifts the earth beneath her feet,

Stiffens, stills and holds her breath,

Absorbs the sounds of hearts that beat

And in her throat she tastes their death.

She crouches low and presses tight,

Contracting like a coiled spring.

Then bursting free - a bolt of light

And through the air her body sings.

Her hair is sunshine, earth and fire,

Rich gold against an azure sky.

Beneath her paws the prey expires

Who would be king when queens reign high?

Returning to present her prize,

What glories will her trophies win?

An empty stomach's vacant eyes - 

A glance from proud, majestic Him.

And now the catch, with haughty air,

He seizes without questioning.

She is the last to take her share.

Who would be queen to such a king?