Leopard

He stalks,he hides,he runs,

Glaring eyes, dazzling spot one.

Lurking in the tall,coarse grass,

He waits and waits for his prey to pass.

Then it comes,bending for a drink,

Not knowing anything of the leopard's grin.

He pounces,pinning it to the ground,

And taking it to the lepe for a round.

Now he is again prowling in the grass,

But oh! He is caught and thrown in a cage made of brass.

And now(sad indeed) he can no longer run,

For he is threatened by a heartless gun.