Stealth and grace on padded paw, Silent running is your law. Though your tracks leave ghostly trace; Still you seldom show your face. Freedom is your birthright, too: Sad, behind bars in a zoo. Lawless hunters prey on you; It's they who should be in a zoo! Majestic grace and flowing beauty, Protecting you, our sacred duty. For as this planet whirls through space, We must insure survival of each race.
© Oct. 1991 C. Elizabeth Carl © 6-11-10 C. Elizabeth (Carl) Elias