The Leopard

Black and gold
trees hide you –
shadow wrapped
prowl into canopy
where gods come down
to complain about mortal men
even they are surprised
when you slink on by
grace is picked up
clinging to fur like tiny stars
plucked from the night
maybe you can’t change your spots
but opinions can change

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