The Creature

An uncommon sight, a mystery to most

A creature, hidden deep within the wood

Its presence known by rustling leaves, a boast

Of stealth and cunning, understood

It moves with grace, a silent work of art

Its fur a cloak, of colors, dark and light

It watches, waiting for the perfect start

To hunt, with all its senses sharp and bright

But few have seen it, and fewer still have heard

This elusive being, in its natural state

For it is rare, and its existence blurred

By myths and legends, that captivate

So if you're lucky, you may catch a glimpse

Of this uncommon creature, in its element, a sight to be held in reverence.