Snow Leopard

The snow leopard stared intently, At all things near and far... While at times, he looked quite friendly, You know how wild cats are. A tiny cat can mew meow And people say, how cute! Yet time goes on, then fates allow That cat to be a brute! The snow leopard stood serenely, His paws poised on the pulse... With his eyes surveying keenly, As in all leopards' skulls... While his heart was beating slowly... His mind was thinking fast. Though his hunting skills weren't holy, He didn't look downcast. Survival favours those that eat A hearty meal each day, Enduring both the cold and heat, Outwitting all their prey. That's why the leopard had to learn That patience is the key... And why, he, too, must wait his turn, For breakfast, lunch and tea... The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Snow Leopard'. The Stephen Gayford poems can be viewed here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com