I scamper and pounce on small animals,
Often I move slowly and jump on little animals,
I climb on trees and hold tight on branches,
I hide behind bushes,
And wait for animals.
I eat goats and tear their meat,
Sometimes I drink water and eat everything I see,
I roar and chase animals,
I feel animals on my back and grab them,
When I was younger,
I was faster,
Lying on branches,
Fighting with us,
We tore their flesh and ate it.
Now I am older,
I can’t run so fast,
Fighting has gone down,
I can’t tear so hardly,
But still it is good.