Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
...What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp! ...
One of my kids got stalked by cougars pretty frequently as he walked home 5 miles up a mountain road in eastern Wa
He started taking a laser pointer and made them chase it away from him
It is impressive, that poem. It is a classic for a reason...