The hawk, owl and eagle own the skies, soaring above, seeking their prey. They have the time and the skill to pick , and to choose.
The wolf, so alone, so ferocious, so feared........he touches us all.
The fox, such a sly and creative creature.
It is the cat, not the neighborhood tom, not the family pet, but the wild cat.......perhaps a panther, a mountain lion that should be revered. Either of them have the skills that I wish to possess. Stealth, cunning, and patience.
With a quick and precise movement, they can simply.........devour. With their characteristic quietness, you have no time to fear. They blend into the landscape and are upon you before you sense that you are being hunted. They are not given to making a chase that can not be won. There is no wasted effort. They seek, they stalk, they pounce, they claim victory or else.......they do not play.
Give me a large cat any day over the most viscious of dogs.
( no disrespect intended to my dog )