Silent Majesty
Reflection
In the embrace of shadows, where the night whispers secrets,
A wild spirit rests, a predator of grace and might.
Its eyes, like twin stars, pierce the darkness with intent,
A silent sentinel, a guardian of the wild's intent.
The spotted fur, a tapestry of earth and sky,
A testament to nature's artistry.
Each spot a story, each stripe a path untold,
A symphony of survival, where the wild soul unfolds.
In its gaze, we see the mirror of our own,
A reflection of strength, of courage, of the unknown.
For in the heart of the wild, where the shadows play,
Lies the essence of freedom, the soul's eternal sway.
This is not just a creature, but a symbol of might,
A beacon of power, a guardian of the night.
Its presence reminds us of the wild within,
A call to embrace the untamed, the primal, the thin.
Silent Majesty, a name that echoes true,
A reminder that in the wild, we are all one,
Bound by the same spirit, the same untamed soul,
In the dance of shadows, where the wild heart unfolds.