The Puma's Plea
I AM FREEZING IN NORTH ANTRIM,
IN MY MAKESHIFT FOREST LAIR,
AND FITFULLY I DREAM OF HOME ,
AND WISH THAT I WAS THERE.
OH YES, I ONCE WAS WANTED,
AS A PET, A RICH MANS WHIM,
HOW I WISH THAT AS HE TREATED ME,
SOMEONE NOW, WOULD THUS TREAT HIM.
I MUST EAT SOON OR I SHALL DIE,
MY NATURE IS TO KILL,
BY MAN I'M SHUNNED, A MURDERER,
THE HUNT HAS LOST IT'S THRILL.
YOU SURELY SEE I MUST RETAIN,
MY FREEDOM WHILE I CAN,
I NEVER CAN SURRENDER,
FOR I COULD NEVER TRUST A MAN.
by 'Felis Concolor'
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