Caracal
Desert wind blows with fury
Dust blinds
Intensity of the storm rivals intensity of biblical plague
It shakes the very soul to its foundation
Among the sands and moonlight dunes
There is a form a shape barely recognizable in darkness caused by the storm
Sand in windy tempest blinds but there is something visible on the horizon
Moon shining in spite of darkness caused by sand makes the shape appear even more eerie
Like a desert phantom the shape casts shadow on the dune
Eerie countenance of the shape is at last recognizable
It is caracal or desert lynx
But this form is larger as it prowls beneath the sphinx
This is no ordinary cat as agile as caracal can make leaps through the air
Like caracal has same color hair
But more gray and pale
He is larger and has slightly longer tail
It looks surreal and eerie in the light of the moon
As he prowls through the sandy dune
Not afraid of desert typhoon
Its magical eyes are deeper that the very visage of the moon
It has magic of theory of all
As it relates to the soul
In the deepest cold of the soul
His magic prevails as fiery furnace of magical equivalent of greatest fundamental force of them all
As mathematical nirvana holds the entrance to the beyond
The essence of the soul will unfold
In the deepest desert night cold
The caracals’ eyes with their eerie wonder are fiery to behold
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