A poem I came up with. I guess it really doesn't make sense but if you think it has a meaning just post it. Spoiler
A small bird was perched on a branch,
Singing her tune so sweetly.
The wolf stopped to listen to her and said,
"She does it so very prettily."
The scavenging fox who walks the night,
Will only end up the loser of the fight.
He'll try to win,
But will only find the sin,
Of beginning a fight he'd lose.
The shy rabbit who flees with every sound,
Will only find that it's fear is bound.
It will live it's life in a cold burrow.
Never to come out and to die in sorrow.
Walking softly
On soft pads,
Weaving through
Moonlit trees.
Stalking and watching,
Eyes glowing,
Running, pouncing,
Eating, playing,
Howling at the silver moon,
Free and wild.