There are no sounds from us, yet we are not silent
Our roar cannot be recorded or captured or heard
We stare unblinking and constant - timeless

An island uninhabited but prowled and stalked
When tourists, curators, sailors, more, leave -
Then we can frolic, pounce, eat and sleep in the sun.

Vicious hunters, aggressors with clear marked territory
Smoothed manes hide the reality of the killer and the killed
But still we five are here proud strong and ready.