The wind howls ****** Off the lake, Yellow eyes centred On its face, Salivating white-capped waves. Back arched rubbing A cloudless night, It claws the land, Paws at my house, Playing cat and mouse, Scratching at my window. Then crouching silent It slowly moves, Then springs, extended In full flight, Changing landscape With one swipe. Then like one In the night, It lies flat Across my lawn, Licking With a milk-dish yawn, Then prowls away.