Sir Leopard

Sir Leopard surveys the hillside break,
At rest and ease after a dutiful trek,
Providing sustenance for a growing brood,
Provides him, as well, with a loaded due.
That which he chose leads to predictable woes,
But his honour and guard regularly trains his thought closed.

His sense of unease increases,
Sir Leopard rises and his resting ceases,
In the distance he catches in his sight,
A cache of boar circling the piste.

He considers his tactics and his duty to the taxes,
Of those who’d suffer if his provision relaxes,
But as soon as eyes of his young and his wife,
Discolour his mind and provide him with strife,
His dominance and instinct well up in his muscles,
And brings his youthful aggression ,the fights and the tussles.

Sir Leopard, in earnest, his body extends,
And his claws square up with where he intends,
To the east. The beasts that charge the beaten track,
Sense the air and catch the promise,
Of another beasts blood on this arid orange,
And two foes enraged become an outrage of yellow and black.

Sir Leopard takes the heeds as one,
Presented by his life, neither outdone.
These heeds are the instincts,
The sense memory linguistics,
And the boar set upon him as a united group,
Defeating Sir Leopard and therefore his troop,
Who will suffer for days
But at some point arrange,
A new figure improved,
In both wisdom and mood.

Bonds ‘twixt the living transcend all the gaps,
That retaliation and thirst for attack,
Plummet within, undrawn by the powers,
Unaided by the might of the draw of content hours.