A leopard sits in the iroko tree,
smiling at the night,
his silhouette dark on the sky.
Look closer, he is not alone,
his lady is at his side,
shielded by the thicker part.
They pant a moist steady wind,
a synchronicity of
soft sound and fierce life.
Their left paws
flinch as a matched pair,
and he twitches an ear,
            and she, too, hers.
A comet hangs in the sky
and four cat-eyes flash up,
one glance, one motion, then down.
Just a dancing star, no more.
And now they purr a warm moan,
the iroko tree, a sacred place,
a private place, accommodating them
amid the strife of the jungle.
The experts say that leopards
are not monogamous, and yet,
here they are, pairing off,
a knight and his lady,
bound by Nature's treaty,
breathing and moving in unity,
            and more than that,
these splendid cats,
            and more than that.

Joseph Psarto

Joe Psarto lives in Westlake.

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Volume 3, Issue 8, Posted 6:22 PM, 04.19.2011