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All content © Copyright Clare Selley 2010

Poetry | Snow Leopard

Perched high, wreathed in mists,
As if the very mountains want to love him like a child,
A snow leopard lifts his head, and waits,
For a movement in this dappled landscape of snow and ice.
A whisper of motion in the silent landscape. He turns,
Catching a scent of an animal with a whiter coat than his,
The scent of his prey.
He slowly lowers himself down,
Softer than a snowflake. He stalks.
His markings stark against the surreal ice world, a world of shadows.
He leaps; and suddenly a crimson flower blooms on the empty canvas;
He finishes, and walks away as the snow carefully buries the carcass,
Then he turns into the mist, reality blurs and the mystery returns.

© Clare Selley 2009

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