Scottish Wildcat
A poem
A poem
Furtive phantom
Of the highlands
Footprints in heather
Gone in an instant
Eyes flashing gold
Muscles coiled tension
Patient predator
Savage grace
Tufted ears twitch
At a sound only you hear
Secretive hunter
Solitary kin
Once graced glens and meadows
Your noble line fading
Outnumbered and mingled
With the tame
But still you stalk the wild edges
Neither pet nor plaything
Untamed spirit
Undimmed ferocity
