Best Caracal Poems
This world, never ours alone, but shared with other creatures great and small.
The Earth turns and new dawn comes, and will long after we're gone.
A Sandpiper flitted along the shore and told me so.
We must face a truth that we borrowed these days, you and I,
from benefactors and trustees, unborn and untested, yet will be.
I finally understand now, watching the selfless Caracal's practiced smile..
the tawny red bearded lion basks in the same sunshine.
Touch a heart, lift a soul will you? It's not too late.
For I have faith we are mostly good.
Now listen to the song of nature, be kind..
and don't worry about what never would.
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
Meeting a large caracal
In the middle of the African bush
is something you do not forget
Especially if it has the most beautiful blue eyes
And the largest teeth of any predator you have ever met.
And you are alone without a weapon
And your body is too scared to run
And you wonder if the caracal will begin with your head
Or your back, breaking it so you are helpless
As the eating commences.
Standing all alone for an unknown time,
The Caracal pistol in my right hand was fully loaded
But I couldn’t fire a shot.
Half choked by a rising paroxysm of rage,
And half-suffocated by his triumph,
I stared unseeingly but he was still there.
I should have killed him long time ago.
His lips loosened in a furtively exultant smile,
And shrewd gaze fixed appraisingly upon me,
I cut my reflections adrift,
And felt a qualm of apprehension,
Because he has always been there.
Daily, I do see his face,
He’s the first to congratulate me whenever I win,
And equally the last to criticize me when I've done wrong.
Even when my heart is bleeding,
from many betrayals and mental wounds,
Leaving me with a glacial pang of pain like
the stab of a dagger of ice frozen from a poisoned well
He never left me alone.
He’s always there to see the blood in my eyes,
During my lonely night and fearful days,
Showing me unconditional love when I’m stung with hatred.
He’s not blind to see my dreams and aspirations,
Nor naïve to understand the truth hidden in my lies.
In my perfect imperfections,
He still knows about my scars, how long they’ve stayed,
And the reasons why they are there on me.
He promised to be with me till the day I will die,
I now see the reasons why I’m unable to shoot him,
And can’t just thank him less.
He is Everestus Annie Stewart,
The figure in the mirror.