There’s the rustle
A couple of leaves moved
Is that an eye I see
In the distance
Low in the bush
Something is moving back and forth
Is that a low growl
In an instant it jumps
It runs at lighting speed
Muscles taught
The tail upright to its balance
Giving chase
An dance passed down
Predator and prey
The earth holds her breath
In the end
The predator claims its prize
In darkness or in light
This beast roams the jungle
A beast that all fear
A beast that all respect
A beast that claims his land
The killer cat
A Muslim Latina 