The leopard moves in silence, its spots like a disguise, Creeping up to its prey, with a hunter's deadly eyes, Its muscles tense, ready to pounce in a flash, The prey is unaware, it's moments from a fatal clash. The leopard strikes, its claws sharp as a knife, It claims its prize, in the circle of life, The prey is gone, but the leopard will survive, It's the rule of the jungle, where only the strong thrive.