Leopard

The sun sinks low in the blood-stained sky.

The scrubby trees silhouette it.

Creeping, waiting for prey,

Pitter-patter

Patter-pitter

Pitter

Pitter

Pat.

The freckled coat ripples in a graceful, yet dangerous way.

The snarl he wears is a keep-away sign.

Those muscular legs are a match for a lion.

He takes great care of his apparel,

Pitter-patter

Patter-pitter

Pitter

Pitter

Pat.

He never runs out of energy.

He can run like the wind.

Once he’s there.

He’s somewhere else,

Pitter-patter

Patter-pitter

Pitter

Pitter

Pat.

A leopard controls the population.

In a month it can go from 50 to 15.

If too many creatures were living they’d overrun the earth.

That is the leopard duty,

Pitter-patter

Patter-pitter

Pitter

Pitter

Pat.

The leopard knows he is handsome.

Those perfect rings on the sandy uniform.

Your fur is wanted for coats everywhere.

The tiger does not compare to you,

Pitter-patter

Patter-pitter

Pitter

Pitter

Pat.

-Bella D. 2011-12-15