I’ve often suspected that the gap between lions or tigers and the cats with whom we share our lives is not as deep as we think. Deep down, all cats are Great Cats.
Through the tall grass on the African plain
The stealthy lioness walks.
A fever burns in her feral brain —
Her muscles ripple, her sinews strain
To pounce on the one she stalks.
Her senses sing, for the scent is hot —
She eases forward, and then
With everything else but the hunt forgot,
The kitten falls out of the flower pot
And has to begin again.