Paw of Diversity

In shadows so thick, where silence breeds,  
The bobcat moves on its quiet little feet,  
Watching lions, regal and bold,  
Leopards draped in light and gold.
 
Tigers roar through distant lands,  
Cheetahs blur where freedom flies,
Yet here, she walks, unseen and alone,  
A ghost of claws and fur, unknown.
 
She feels the pull to match their might,  
But stays within the softer night,  
A quieter rage, a lesser-known name,  
Still part of something just the same.