<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398060" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gentling a Wildcat</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The yellowish-red of the caracal<br>blended like natural camouflage<br>into the yellow-brown winter grass<br>and when it moved its head, <br>the pointed ears with tufts<br>of black hair caught my eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eighteen kilograms of hate<br>and pent up rage<br>hissed and growled at me<br>and white teeth<br>was biting death<br>out of the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far too weak to move from<br>a hunter’s shot<br>and caked <br>with blood oozing<br>from its lungs<br>a paw clawed the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No birds and small mammals<br>or any lesser antelope<br>were to fall <br>to its claws and teeth again<br>and as life faded away<br>with the setting sun, <br>I saw hate glaring<br>out of yellow eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some faculty of mine<br>let me stretch out my hand<br>to stroke the soft head<br>between the pointed ears<br>and something changed<br>inside that deadly cat<br>and for the last moment, <br>it was at peace<br>and to this day<br>I can swear<br>it sounded<br>like a kitten being stroked<br>as life ebbed away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Reference: “Gentling a Wildcat” by Douglas Livingstone.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398060" data-title="Gentling a Wildcat de Gert Strydom" data-description="The yellowish-red of the caracal blended like natural camouflage into the yellow-brown winter grass and when it moved its head, the pointed ears with tufts of black hair caught my eye. Eighteen kilograms of hate and pent up rage hissed and growl..."></div> </div> </div>

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