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About This Author
My name is Joy, and I love to write.
Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground.
 
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Daily Cascade #1099788 added October 21, 2025 at 12:21pm
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Big Cats
Prompt: Favorite wild animal
Which is your favorite wild animal? If that animal could speak and write what would its autobiography say?
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I love all animals, even snakes, but I wouldn't really go near or pet a snake. The same, more or less, goes for all wild animals. Yet, if I have to make a choice, the kind of animals I love the most are the cats, big or small, wild or tamed.
I don't know what the autobiography of a big cat would say, but when I witness a wild large cat, even in a documentary, I feel a deep awe. I think they are so perfect despite their evolution through the ages. No wonder they are in our mythologies and are feared and revered at the same time.
Unfortunately, I don't like what we humans do to them. I especially hated it when we visited several different zoos, way back when. I still recall the sight of a very upset, emaciated lion in a cage. I think it is beyond cruelty to take those animals from their natural environments and imprison them so heartlessly.
After all, each species of the large cats are marvels. And they do adapt and keep the balance in their ecosystems. I see them as the guardians of nature, with their untamed spirits. They have grace, raw power, and perfection.
The lion, with his shaggy mane is regal and he has social power over his tribe. When he roars, the ground vibrates. He and his tribe are hunters but their hunting is strategic with communal togetherness.
The tiger, on the other hand, has a more solitary path for he is the solitary hunter. His fur has a unique pattern and it serves as a camouflage. A Bengal tiger in a bamboo thicket or a Siberian tiger moving as fluidly as smoke through the pines is a splendid sight. That is, if you can catch that sight!
Also, I have to mention the leopard, the jaguar, and the cheetah. All these cats are slinky and fast, with cheetah wearing the crown of fastness. They can climb trees with agility and when they wish, they stalk in the shadows like ghosts. They all have powerful bites, too.
All these big, beautiful, wild cats with strong instincts have elegance and power, and in my opinion, they are the untamed, yet magnificent, heart of our planet.
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