Diana Still Hunts

Wherever she goes, the moon nips at her heels

Night crickets sing beneath her chariot wheels;

For the uneasy women her headlights shine on bright

And banish the wanting creatures of the night.

Diana still hunts the streets for hapless prey

After listening to their jeers and cat-calls all day,

To track the beasts leaving where they tend to group,

It smells of liquor, anger, and the lack of truth.

She finds the girls who know that they are chased

And shelters them with a kind and caring face:

"How are you doing? I haven't seen you in so long!"

Is the most common chorus in the goddess' song

She sings, steering scared women safely away

So that her huntresses may live to hunt another day.