Triumph of the Night

His eyes are blue as sapphire

His suit is black and white

While his movement is very graceful,

His fierce intent creates fright

Power present in every ripple of muscle

Body coiled to strike,

Teeth prepare for flesh,

This animal takes flight.

In one blurring leap the hunt is over.

His paws retrace his path.

His ferocious movements are elgegant once again.

His suit is black and white. 

His eyes are blue as sapphire.

Chuffing gently to his brother, he relays the Triumph of the Night.

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