Cat's Poem

Thought to be a legend but still around
Those of stories roam the forgotten ground
Sleek fur and eyes of gold
A figure that will forever be bold
Darting across the white blanket of snow
Paws gripping and head held low
On a formidable hunt for its honored pride
Not of flesh but its long lost instinctive side
Forgotten Mountains may be their home
But for the Sabertooth Tiger's strife is far from gone
The times of a given feast has long past
For the food that they must search may be their last
This story has an ending that's worth a look
Sabertooth Mountain is the book
 

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