Cougars

O furious feline,
 Is that what you are?
Slinking low behind the rocks
Of the high plains.
A Killer of sheep,
An Enemy of Man?
As you strive to just
Simply 'Be'
Now walled by fences of barbs.
Left to bleed, to starve,
Your legs trapped in jaws of iron
On your desperate hunt.
O furious beast,
With glowing eyes of yellow,
That now weep
As the grasses, the safe places,
Ever recede.
The cries of your fury
 have dwindled to whimpers,
And the wind carries your moans
Of defeat amidst the rocks.
It's no longer your home.
 It's taken from you,
Tree by tree, blade by blade.
Fight back, O tenacious cat
Let your roar be heard again
On songs of wind, O Mountain King.
It's your home, too.
It's your birthright to 'Be'
That they take from you.

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