Cougar Wild: a Poem About Wildcats
Salute to Majesty
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 the 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.
Inspiration For This Poem
For as long as I can remember, I've loved animals. I have a special affinity for cats of all types, and for Wolves. I believe they are my spirit animals.
It was on a day I read an article about hunters slaughtering wildcats mercilessly, and without good reason. "Sport," they called it. Far from sport, it was outright murder. Sad, and angry as I was, this poem sprang from my pen; my muse wrote without my aid.
It is one of the very rare rhymed poems I've ever written.
© 2010 Liz Elias