One night
a leopard came for her
spots soft over snow
singing rrrrr in her ear
She felt
the slow draw
of claw on her neck
sweet milk breath
her feet purling
the sheets
her heart drumming,
drumming the wall
In the morning
she shows her husband:
“See? there.”
In the mirror, a scratch
of blood. Red on snow.
**
It's true. One night last week, a leopard did come for me.
1 comment:
I love it!
I guess you will be back to Auckland and away from the snow very shortly.
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