Puma – The Watcher


The Watcher

Prey beware:

I walk on padded paws so hushed
And wait in silence to ambush

Concealed I stay so patiently
Knowing they will come to me

If they sense that I am here
They would never dare come near

Anticipate, and hold my breath
For soon arrives the stench of Death

~ Poem and Puma capture, The Watcher © Jerry L. Ferrara