A Leopard Lay
By Linda A. Copp

A Leopard lay amidst the trees,
hiding in its greeny leaves,
Lazing in the noon day sun,
with no desire, none to run.

Listening to the rustling breeze,
he cautions it to, "Hush, don't breathe.
Give no signal, that I lie
Upon this perch, up in the sky."

His hooded eyes seem half asleep,
His body quivers, never sleeps.
For as quick as lightening, he'll flash down,
On any prey, yet, make no sound.

So, people prowling on the ground,
Take care to more than look around.
Dangers lurking everywhere,
both on the ground and in the air.

And wildcats, well, they seldom sleep.
Dreams of theirs don't run too deep.
Their nature makes them keen and fierce,
their teeth are sharp, they claws will pierce.

A Leopard lay amidst the trees,
suddenly he hears.
He sees.
Now, he's up and through,
its greeny leaves.
Look up.
He's up.
Oh! LOOK UP!
PLEASE!

By Linda A. Copp
April 28, 1999