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The wild cat, Sleek and black Turns his back To soft kindness
 * __Wild cat__**

His life is a prowl Hunting prey everyday For he is as light on his paws As a bird

Like a lion he leads, Strong as the king's finest steads The Forest is his as a rabbit in his jaws For what more could a wild cat need, Meow!

The tinny prehistoric lizard Lived in scottland A long, long time ago
 * __Saltopus__**

He was a rabbit, a cheetah, A lizard too Eating goopy inscet goo

Although he's speedy, he is only two feet tall so he's not much at all

This tiny European Is a great- great- grandfather to all our modern day monsters

WHOOSH! Call the trees as the wind passes by A portrait of nature against the ash gray sky
 * __Forest Sounds__**

Beneath your feet dried leaves whisper Shuff, shuff, shuff The forests' natural carpeting

Streams and brooks Giggle merrily in there beds Refusing to sleep, to lie down there heads

The singing of birds The russle of small animals Lets you know that The chours of the forest Never, ever sleeps

Falling, flowing From the sky Rushing, roaring Down to the pool
 * __Waterfall__**

Flinging, Fluffy Cooling spray Rough and rumbling Splating noisily below

Fondling, foolishly Over smoth rocks Relentlesly Pushing it's way from above