The crack of a twig, the twitch of a tail,
Something moved on the jungle trail.
Crickets chirped in the warm night air,
And all the time something else was there.
Moonbeams played on a tawny back,
Well hidden on that jungle track.
A man walked watchfully along the path,
In one hand a rifle, in the other his staff.
Eyes looked around unblinking and bright,
And something moved in the shadows that night.
A hovering paw, a lithe silhouette,
To leap, to strike? Not yet, not yet...,
The man sensing movement froze, then turned
Two amber eyes in the darkness burned.
Claws were extended and sheathed again,
Paws gently tested familiar terrain.
Crouching and poised four eyes were still,
Two wary hunters, both ready to kill!