In the hush of green and shadowed leaves, A silent watcher softly breathes. Spots like dusk on golden flame, A ghost with eyes no fear can tame. Beneath the vines where secrets lie, A jungle soul with piercing eye. No roar, no growl, no hunter’s pride Just patience cloaked, in stealth it hides. The forest bends, it knows his name, The silent echo of the untamed. A whisper moves, the stillness stirs The king unseen, yet all is hers.