Shere Khan Lives
Its a small apartment,
Barely enough room for all your things,
And through the doldrums of life you gaze upon its plainess,
Clean, safe, and dull.
5 But, that's not what I see.
For I am the Great Hunter,
On velvet paws I glide about my domain,
Stalking what I will,
For I am the Master . . . of all.
10 The thickest jungle walls hide nothing,
I hear every bird, beast, and man,
The blood of my prey is hot and thick in my nostrils
So begins the Game of Life . . . and of Death.
I make not a sound in the pursuit,
15 Muscles working in graceful perfection,
Stop! Crouching low, I edge forward, a patient eternity,
Gather my legs beneath for a mighty lunge . . .
I pounce! Jaws clamp, claws dig,
A rolling biting slashing whirl of power and ferocity,
20 Until I hear the loving voice of my person,
And I am again Princess the Siamese being petted,
And I purr.
Brian K. Eddy
Sun Jan. 7, 1996
The sheer grace and beauty of the feline is unmatched in the animal kingdom. Her unconquerable independence is only a sign of her endless capacity for love.