The Eurasian Lynx

Hiding in plain sight
The Lynx
Is quietly coming back
With It’s wildness it’s apparent
It has to take some flack
From farmers and land owners
But Bohemia, the place
Showing ice and frost suffice
To compliment and Grace

Some of Europe’s forests
And there the Lynx survives
A dense coat, keeps the cold out
With large soft feet it drives
His waking heart to hunt here
From a female , she
Has a bunch of children now
And she independently

Lives apart,
It’s the Lynx way
And looks after her brood
Every few days has to kill
Her hunting prowess shrewd.