Somewhere in the shadows and the breath of a moonlit forest

The puma owns the night that sets him free

He is the stealth

He is the power

And he decides what comes to be in the ambient darkness

And in the silence of the forest dense


Tonight there is the sense of an imminent danger

For the puma lies in wait

he is the speed

He is the strength

He is the tawny twist of fate

He is the balance

For here between all life and the wild carnivorous need

He is the puma

The hunter from the cliffs and trees

He is the fang and the treacherous claw


And deep in the moonlit forest

The puma is the face of the law.


Photo by Priscilla Du Preez on Unsplash