Tiger, tiger, burning bright;
In our woods would be a sight;
But we've one cast of high degree
Who's something of a rarity.
This sinewy, sleek and tawny tabby
Never lets her limbs grow flabby.
The reason is not far to seek;
She averages one deer per week.
Through our glass museum-case
You may see her face to face,
But when encountered in the wild
She flees in terror from a child.
Folks who see our stuffed one here
Often ask us (pale with fear),
Whould they meet one, what to do.
Say "Scat!" and she'll run from you.
Alton Lindsey
Ranger-naturalist.
The above verse was "inspired" by the many remarks directed at the
cougar which is enclosed in a glass case in the middle of the floor of
the Park Museum at Longmire.
