With your glistening, blue eyes, you silently stalk your prey;

With your black and white fur, you creep through the dark woods, unknown;

You have no bounderies; No “leash” to hold you back; You are completely free;

For years, hunters have tried to track you down; But what they don't know, is that you are as invisible as a ghost;

They call you dangerous; They call you an animal; But how can they judge someone they've never seen;

I believe that your black and white coat is beautiful; That your hypnotic gaze is anything but deadly; That when you stand upon a cliff to look down on the land, you aren't hunting; You are protecting;

Because in man's eyes, you are the killer; But in my eyes, you are the protector; You are the guardian angel of the woods