The Canada Lynx

We know how to know and how to think,
how to exhibit what is known
to heaven’s bright ignorant eye,
how to be busy and to multiply.

He knows how to walk
into the trees alone not looking back,
so light on his soft feet he does not sink
into the snow. How to leave no track,
no sound, no shadow. How to be gone.

— Ursula K. Le Guin