No chirp, no sound,
Like no night bugs are around.
Yester-night was pitch dark,
To see any field and mark.
We four were in our room to sleep,
Cuddled in quit and eyes were deep.
Suddenly heard a growling sound,
Traveling from the peak to the fields at down.
We four got up in the shock,
Is it ‘he’? Was or first thought.
We were startled, puzzled and surprised at this,
The voice was more clear now, and it was ‘his’.
From the back of the house to the fields beside,
The growling echoed, ‘he’ was searching the site.
It was for the first time in our life,
We were like in the cage, n the predator was free outside.
The cattle were locked in,
And ‘he’ was out for the prey.
We wanted to see ‘him’
But in fear we stayed.
The growling turned into the roaring,
More deep, more loud and was soaring.
The man shouted loud from the near by hut,
To scare ‘him’ away, he had that gut.
The local says it is normal,
But yester-night every heart did got trembled.
All it happened for two hours or more,
And this ‘normal’ was not ordinary for sure.
Surely, the leopards are the fastest cat,
Very active and lethal, can cause a death.
‘His’ kingdom is vast and all around,
I’m spell struck to define his glory, and I’m spellbound.
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