Like a patterned rug Beaten to be rid of dust and Flopped over a balcony railing, a leopard Hangs her hefty hands beneath a bough. Head lolling lazily, she awakens.
Fingers like silent meteorites dig Craters in the loose, dry earth. From the grasses emerge many warm black eyes, unseen And vicious: floral pockmarks on Her carpeted exterior: cruel camouflage.
Deftly lugging her **** back Into the branches to feed on its flesh: Patterned rug stained.
Ears ***** and whiskers twitch As boughs creak and twigtips reach For the ground: the impalaβs weight Has weakened her arboreal home.
She panics not.
She slinks softly back into The grasses: better to sidle away unscathed From immediate danger. Pride and body intact, she will **** again Elsewhere.
This was meant to mean something, but then it didn't in the end. Maybe the correct eyes will read and perhaps acknowledge their status as the once intended recipients.