Lynx

Always I loved this place in the wild.

The rattling leaves

hide my noise

for when I jump on my prey.

I jump

while birds call to each other

 and branches move,

 leaves crunch.

 Though sometimes I miss,

usually I get what I want.

I love the jungle,

 a mystery,

secrets hiding

to be found.

My cave

have been passed down the generations.

My camouflage

Works until they feel the scratch.