Throughout the heat of day
The sleek and silky hunter sleeps,
Still and purring in a shady spot.
And silently his prey sleeps twitching
Oblivious to danger, waiting for the cool of night.
And then in night time coolness,
Beneath a dome of black
With nothing but the myriad pricks of light to show the way,
The hunter wakes.

Stretch and yawn with green eyes wide
To catch what little light there is,
The hunter starts to prowl,
While prey slinks silently in shadow.
But then the hunter, large and lithe, spots his target;
Small but quick; he pounces, claws and teeth
All drawn for battle.
Fast he maybe, but his prey is quicker.

Time and time again, the hunt, the almost fatal pounce
But every time the prey slips swiftly from the jaws of death.
And once again, come break of day,
The famous hunter sleeps again, defeated by his tail.