One of many challenges

At the edges of my hearing, woman, you flit about like a moth.
Am I such an owl that should be feared so, that I will devour you?
It is true; wary and on guard often, I tend to stare with the owl’s gaze.
Examining, measuring, observing.
Such unfair behaviour has become my shield against fools and betrayers.
To assume that all who come before me present a significant measure of risk for harm has kept me safe often.

Nevertheless; challenge your agility and meet me head-on.
We shall dance and spar and test one-another.
For though you move about like a moth, you are indeed a hawk yourself.
Come and let us engage.
Let us see whether we can fly to newer, broader lands.