Standing alone with a cold light breeze
Brushing against the coat of silk smooth fur
Smells the air waiting for some prey,
Walking… through the forest all night and day,
Still searching for some prey,
Finally he finds something to eat
Will he change his luck today?
As he closes in the lowers his body
Barely visible to the human eye
Yet he is spotted and it runs away.
He is lying on the icy cold ground…
Dying today under the sunset sky.