
I sway my tail, I follow a trail
I close my eyes, I reach for the skies
such soft swift grace, black markings paint my face
I hunt deep with a growl, and you'll always find me with a stealthy prowl
In spring I grasp my kits to swiftly drop them in a den of perfect fit
behind me only are my prints and all you see is a blurry sprint
I'm a friend of nature, the magic in the snow
I'm in your dreams, frolicking to and fro
yet you steal my fur to please your greed
when I only steal your eggs for basic need....