Snow Leopard

The beast moves swiftly across moonlit snow,
Her head is poised, but her disguise will never show,

The prey is ignorant, she is spookily silent,
Though the wind cannot change, she is utterly reliant,

The paws, though deadly, are ever so soft,
The hunt seems good, her spirits aloft,

Her fur like early snowfall, blotched by rain,
But the scar across her face, shows previous pain,

Her eyes like a black hole in the middle of time,
Frozen still, as the clock cannot chime,

She pads downwind, quickens her pace,
Food or hunger, this is her chase,

Killing is her game, for she is wild you see,
Nature kills, it's nothing you want it to be,

The prey has seen her, makes its last run,
Killing it now would spoil the fun,

But this isn't fun, not play nor game,
It doesn't bring riches, wonders or fame,

This is survival, it can be nothing more,
This is what the wild is fighting for,

With one great leap, the prey is down,
The huntress has won, she wears the crown,

The top predator wins, first in the chain,
They feed first, then leave the slain,

She's done what she came for, satisfied, she leaves,
Till next time, she will live, but soon, she feeds.