The Snow Leopard

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Stealthy, solitary, sad.

Dark blue and mysterious eyes.

Sleek, spotted, soft fur.

 

Walking over a lush green meadow

to play with the dandelions,

its only friends.

 

Then chewing their heads off

and slowly walking away towards the lake.

Taking a deep drink,

causing the clear water to ripple.

 

Making its way back to the

auburn colored forest,

tail swishing, and disappearing.

 

Silent as death…

 

Until the cool breeze sends

A wave of rustling leaves

to the snow covered blue mountains,

up, up, and up…

then, gone.

 

Night Light

Night is when you turn out the light

Darkness enclosing every space

And nothing but your eyes shine bright

Night is your feet rustling your bed sheets

And mysterious hands caressing your face

And looking for something that you need

but can’t find

Night is where voices sing near your bed

The voices you can’t get out of your head

Night is the sound of creaking

The sound of someone playing the piano

And the sound of your own breathing

Night is when you start to wait for

magical things, real or not

to happen to you.

Whether its a dream or a nightmare

Or strange noises coming from the stairs.

Night can be beautiful, peaceful, serene

scary, nasty, horrific and mean

There might be surprises for tonight

But you’ll never know what things might happen

until you turn out

the light.