We, cougars, have found ways to stay
In and amongst where humans be,
Cuz humans have a nasty way
Of acting up so bizarrely.
They hunt us not for food to eat,
But of a mix of fear and fun,
Armed with an arrogant conceit,
With a camera or a gun.
We stalk by dark of night new ground,
But always know we're not alone.
The human scent is all around
In this human made twilight zone.
We 'ghost' cats more and more do jaunt
Into the world where humans haunt.
About human its quite different from others.I enjoy your feelings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I read an interesting book recently called 'The Beast in the Garden' about a cougar in Colorado that killed and partially ate a young student.