Mysterious creature of the night,
your silouhette captured by fading light.
Your cat-like grace prevailing,
your saddend secrets telling,
of a time you use to roam,
in piney woods; your forest home.
Now vanquished to nary a trace,
to Cypress trees and swamp-like space.
Your legend now a bed time story,
no more vastness of territory.
A phantom, a ghost is all we see,
A slowly fading memory!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very good write, Becca. I do love poems about wildlife or the outdoors. Most anything to do with nature. I'd rate this one a 10. Best wishes. Richard