Elusive

Elusive is his middle name... He is so hard to catch. In fact, this is his claim to fame, That few big cats can match. You may find one, or maybe two, Or three, or four or more, If you can search the whole day through And you can bear the chore... Yet this is when the magic starts, But then it takes control And burns a memory in men's hearts, Each spirit and each soul... Find your spot, then keep safe distance... To see him in his prime, As if he were a noble prince, With whom to share your time. Beyond the beauty Nature gives, Add speed and strength and style. Once you have seen the way he lives, Add to these, grace and guile. Behold his features, how he moves, The way he interacts, His hunting skills, as he improves, According to the facts. Consider quickly, while you can, For soon he will be gone... He does not live as long as Man, Whose legacy lives on... Elusive creatures do their best, Surviving day-by-day... If what he does, leaves you impressed, Leave him to live... OK? The poem is based on the magnificent 'big cat' painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Elusive'.