Our eyes filled with wonder
Our minds twisted in change
Much like hobbits going afar
Then returning to sweet home
Our lives were changed forever
We rode slow and flew so fast
In tin cans from here and to there
Never taking off our shoes
Hardly touching the ground
Hardly touching Africa
Hiding behind camera lens
Wearing our face in masks
As a people not African black
Who worry not the future
Living easily in time’s moment
Like sardines aligned in tight
Wild creatures within confines
Electricity, steel, and wire
Tall fences stopping escape
To other worlds and realms afar
Except the leopards of night
Who easily roam across
All defined or artificial borders
Escaping cramped tin cans
Basking in Africa’s buttery light
Except for our African guide
With Christian name of Dexter
But named actually as
More comfortable sleeping in
Deep bush amongst beasts
Without down comforters,
perfumes, socks, or shoes
Living life in happy quiet freedom
A man raised speaking Bantu
in a small Shona tribe
Born in the Zimababwan village
Of Mutekedza in Mashonaland
East in the Chivhu Area.
From his father’s family
Given a totem of Zebra Brown
Then recited in love poem daily
by his proud mother
To affirm him as a man
Although he must also
be like the leopard
Unconfined in simple borders
Or tin can walls all around
Able to traverse the world
We as tourists were and are
Salty, smelly, near rotten sardines
I see him smile
And I laugh, and I know
Ndino ziva anorarama se mbada
© 2017 Jim Davis
Notes: The last line in Shona language means “I know he lives as a Leopard”
Prints march forward two at a time,
Soothingly setting one paw after another,
In a manner so sublime.
“It’s beautiful,” you’d say.
Yet only watch from a distance.
As does his kind,
So he lives a solitary existence.
Beauty admired by all,
Yet he walks alone till he does fall.
Until then he hunts alone.
Elegance trailing him,
As nothing else will.
Watch the trail of the leopard.
Watch it sneak through the grass,
Watch the tracks it leaves behind,
As it runs alone
With not a soul intertwined.
Watch it walk this solitary line.
The leopard is one of the most solitary creatures in the world. Not a soul can doubt its beauty, yet it is always alone. I just found some sort of attachment to this thought.
Lovely leopard wakes
In the lone acacia tree
Sun sets on her prey
© LadyRavenhill 2018
A scent that has afield here
The beauty of Leopard;
Crawling elegantly with her beautiful coat.
Don't close your eyes,
don't even wink,
for she is dangerous.
Her beauty may fool you.
You can't run from her,
for she runs faster than you.
Monday, Dec. 19, 2016
Leopards: They are such a lovely sight to see.
They live their lives are so wild, so free.
Their beauty is beyond compare,
but alas they might soon be rare.
For poachers hunt them everywhere.
Killed simply for their hide.
Their freedom suddenly denied.
There are not as many as there used to be,
for poachers go on a killing spree.
To satisfy their greed,
wiping out the breed.
We must stop the killing of this creature so wild
and do everything we can to save nature’s child.
there was a young leopard
that morning in the sun
on hearing our joyous footfalls
it hailed out, "Having fun?!"
alas, not knowing, poor thing,
we didn't follow jungle tongue
and off we ran in such haste
as a question kept hovering:
This poem is inspired by events that occurred during a trek with a friend on 10th November 2012. Though the creature
was not seen, circumstantial evidence suggests that we had a narrow escape.
How am I aware?
When did I become aware?
What is aware?
Does a lion know they are a lion?
What do they call themselves?
Does the Zebra know it is only a Zebra?
Does it know it's cause of death is a Lion round the neck?
As it bleeds does it remember it's family?
Does the Lion remember its first ****?
Do the buzzards have an opinion on the situation?
As they argue over dinner do they also debate?
The birds squak " if humans are aware, why aren't they aware of us?"
The giraffes chime in " why do they pretend our home is a wasteland?"
The monkeys holler "humans build concrete caves to hide from awareness"
The hyenas laugh " what stupid animals!"
The leopard whispers "aren't we all?"
Just thinking about consciousness
My fur is thicker than theives,
I cleave the winter breeze,
With emeralds for eyes,
Bear paws for feet,
Behold my killer instinct,
A blanket of snow,
Enthrals the scene,
Like a white velvet quilt fresh from the machine,
Clouded by spots, clouded by nature,
No clouds in my mind,
so sharp and so keen,
I stalk in the shadows of mountainous snow,
Stealthy and silent my breathing does slow,
Ready to ****, I'm ready to grow,
Natures hidden killer..
The clouded leopard of snow!