White blankets of snow
Everywhere the eye can see.
As snowflakes fall so slow
Where something else could be.
Only hidden tracks could show.
Often known as a ghost
For rarely being seen.
The shadows are its’ host.
Its senses ever so keen.
One little glimpse
At the rare feline
Of beauty so divine.
One would be considered licky
To glance at such beauty.
And to keep it a secret
Is a sacred duty.
For one who lives in the shadows
Can only see the darkness around.
Where every instinct knows
How in the dark one can drown.
The only way one could win
Is to look into the leopard’s eyes.
As it all fades, all the world’s lies
And a feeling deep inside causes a grin.
The leopard leaves in a flash of white
As you depart from his world.
The mind turns bright
Knowing your instincts are yours to trust.
About the Creator
Kate Grafton
I love writing poetry and fantasy stories. In high school I wrote my first novella and continue to write more.
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