Beauty of the Cat
Beauty of the Cat
A Leopard lay amidst the trees,
hiding in its greeny leaves,
Lazing in the noon day sun,
with no desire, none to run.
Seldom does she sleep.
Dreams of hers don't run too deep.
Her nature makes them keen and fierce,
She is aloof with confidence, you can see it in her stance.
Laying quietly on her own, her branch could almost be her throne.
A guttural purr of contentment, then quick to show resentment.
A graceful swagger through the grass, her focus never falters.
Up the tree in one quick move, as if to the world her power to prove.
Careful to secure her meal, to enjoy this one and every pleasure.
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