Hidden among the trees,

Silent, truly silent.

A speck of yellow in a flash,

Joy to be free, out of containment.

A crunch of leaves,

A might growl.

With a flick of his tail

All as softly as an owl.

But then…

Furious beasts with loud snarls,

Strength to push down trees.

Two-legged creatures alongside,

Pieces of shining metal strapped with ease.

A speeding object flies past me, grazing my back,

Bangs ring out, birds take to the skies.

They are back, I roar!

More shouts are heard, more bullets fly!

They go in a few hours,

But when they think no-one is close.

I am always there,

Waiting and watching, away from arrows and bows.