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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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