Leopard, revisited

April 19, 2021

First, I took amber and fire

And I had his eyes.

Then I took sunset and dawn

And I had his coat.

I added charcoal and ink

And I had his spots…

 

But then the charcoal started darkening,

Forming shapes that swirled into the sky

As trees crumbled.

Crumbled down, down,

Down to ash.

 

Ash from fire – reflected in his eyes,

Dancing flames within pupils, dilated with fear,

As he runs through burning, twisting forms

That once formed his home –

Now alight. As bright as the sun.

 

When sunset falls, matching his coat,

The cool night does not greet him.

It rages on – angry and furious.

And he flees because

He is afraid.