My neighbor, the Puma, prowls silently, deadly as the night.
I never see him, but his lethal artistry leaves its mark.
The remains of his hunts, scattered bones in the field.
A silent beauty, he moves with grace unseen.
His powerful body, lithe and muscular, slinks through tall grasses.
In the shadows, he is a phantom, a whisper on the wind.
The cries in the night send chills through my spine.
An echo of the wild, a reminder of nature’s raw force.
He is the unseen predator, the ghost in the moonlight.
His presence a secret, known only by his deadly work.
A master of stealth, his power lies in his silence.
My neighbor, the Puma, a creature of untamed elegance.