Editors note: this is a poem submitted by Invermere resident Barb Thorson.
She had the most beautiful eyes, she said,
after a meeting of surprise
she had with a cat atop a pile of logs.
Her tail brushed me face as she flipped away,
said my friend
the most beautiful eyes.
Tell that to sad ones
who lost their precious pets, thought I.
But what about human predators?
And whats behind the cougars eyes?
Honest craftiness, leaping losses,
Beginners luck of the young?
The huntress feeding her babes
with deadly intent.
Then perhaps lying dead
one winter day
In some hapless canyon, all starved away.
A scream filled the night
Not heard in the valley below,
But reached the ears of God
Who beheld the desperate glow
Of the beautiful eyes.