Ebony stripes graced my back;

I prowled through the jungle, silent as stone.

As the stars twinkled high in the velvet night,

The moon smiled down with the gold that it shone.

When my paws landed on the ground,

The leaves below would crinkle and tear.

When my tail grazed a bush in which a bird had been hiding

It squalled and lifted into the midnight air.

If I went to sleep in my forest bed,

I would dream all night of love and sorrow.

If I ever got scared for the black of the night,

I would just tell myself to wait for tomorrow.

And when the sun rose in the sky,

I would not be afraid of my lone anymore.

Instead, now I am the ruler of all,

Pouncing and bounding with a mighty roar.

When night falls again and the moon smiles down

I take my rest in the jungle so green.

This particular night, the rain will come down,

And wash the jungle's inhabitants clean.

The next morning the plants bloom,

With pink and blue and green,

And I start my daily activities;

My daily routine.

Every day is something new,

Yet every day is so much the same.

Sometimes it will wind, storm snow or gail,

More often than not it's just going to rain.

The world keeps on turning,

The sun keeps on shining.

The plants keep on growing,

The wind keeps on wining.

And I keep on prowling my regular route,

I keep on hunting the deer on the plain.

I keep on running through bush and through bramble,

Everyone keeps on knowing my name.