Here's a short poem that I've composed few weeks ago after watching on TV my favorite animal in action:
Through Leopard's Eyes
Upon a tree, far beyond reach,
Lies the Ghost - so silent, so fierce!
Pensively scanning the infinite plains,
Awaiting its comrade, Darkness, to come...
Hated by all creatures alike,
It's tough out there for such loner to thrive.
With the blessed Night as a warrior's shield,
There it's off for another strike!
Born to be Wild and Free!