“In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.” – Terry PratchettContinue reading
She slinks through the apartment
like a predator
a mouse-killer on the prowl
a scowl on her feline face
little Olivia, our baby girl
she’s a cute kitty, but
she’s also a cold-blooded killer.
Note: This poem is about our cat, Olivia. She’s the cutest little kitty, and also an excellent mouser!
Paw prints in snow point the way to the snow leopard
she hides in plain sight, her camouflage makes her a ghost
on these rocky mountain trails – we track her, to no avail
we only want a glimpse of this mythic creature
catch her on film + show her to the world in all her feline glory –
the stories of locals add to her legend
we walk for miles over many months
when we finally see her, we witness an apparition,
only to fade into the wilderness + white peaks of Chinese terrain.
(Photo source: © Mohammad Osama / WWF-Pakistan)
Note: This poem was inspired by a nature documentary Rachel and I recently watched on Netflix called Ghost of the Mountains. A team of filmmakers track the snow leopard in the mountains of China in the documentary, enduring brutal weather and high altitudes in an attempt to capture the creature on film. We highly recommend the movie!