Ode on a Snow Leopard as the sun goes down

Wearing your jacket, white,

pure, white as white,

as white can be.

As pure and cool as

white can be.

Unseen by man, 

a wild thing, unhunted.

Unsnarling in snow, you

are not a predator, nor

predated for the food chain.

You stand proud, still, you

mountain dweller you.

Voiceless, 

you merely purr when

you meet a mate.

Carry on, regardless!