I am death on four paws
I have no smell and no race
My food is meat in the raws
I’m not betrayed by a trace.
I’m not in danger to go extinct
My color protects me in every case
I solely live on my own instinct
I have a territory, not a personal space.
I’m a silent lethal danger,
I’m always hidden and calm
I can’t be discovered by some stranger
when I approach you, say your last psalm.
My prey is often bigger than me
but I’m smart and I’m strong
Your size it can’t save you, you’d see
don’t believe to outrun me, you are dead wrong.
I do exist from Canada in the North
through the Americans all the way
in the Andes in the south and so forth
where I am I always find my prey.
I’m gorgeous and secret I sneak on silent sole,
respect me, I’m hidden and I don’t feel shame
I’m not by many names, but I’m no evil soul
Call me Moutain Lion, Puma or Cougar – and it is my name.
(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, February 2020)