Your sleek graceful body relaxes upon the branch The emperor of the bush alone solitary waiting always A rare sight to humans and invisible to prey Lying in wait for impala walking down the trail The heat of the day starts to pass, twilight comes Black eagle gives out his last shrill call The night is coming, insects and night jars Sound all about, silence never found in the wild Gracefully, you drop to the leaf covered floor Not a sound made from your immense padded paws Slowly, out of sight you slink towards the rock pool A long lap of cool, refreshing spring water quenches Up in the rocks into a deep cavernous cave you creep Rancid smell of bat and baboon waste burns the nose Looking about, baboons lie sleeping, unaware of looming death Creeping slowly, you size up you target and strike Pandemonium erupts in the cave, baboons screech and bark They run and scatter up the rock surface, you take no notice The baboon struggles between your jaws, trapped, suffocating As death creeps in his eyes glaze over, it is finished.