Leopard

Spots like raindrops lined with black,
Falling softly on her glimmering back,

Muscles ripple beneath golden hide,
Dappled light falling from sunrise,

A living work of art, wonderful, seldom seen,
Eyes of jade, nose of obsidian, in the forest, she is queen,

Droplets of water fall softly off her skin,
The only one alive here, last of her kin,

Scarce, beautiful, you're lucky to have seen,
The perfect shaped paw prints, lying everywhere she's been,

Trees bow and rivers bend to let her saunter past,
She stops to drink at a nearby pond, a ripple runs through glass,

Dark eyes shimmer in sunlight dawn,
Never to ponder, never to mourn,

In a lighter world, she hides behind,
Choices flicker, making up her mind,

She pads through the forest of rain,
The queen of the jungle, must forget her pain.