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One Livid Leopard
CB (May 3,1962 / United States)

One Livid Leopard

Poem By Charlotte Ballard

A leopard, black, sleek
Creeps on by my monitor’s desk.
His fangs are long cream colored
Points of grabbing death,
Not for me I hope, but to eat those
That would contest those light
Blue-gray eyes. The right to
Roar, the right to bite, the
Right to be himself in
The middle of all the bytes
And bits, and polar cables, too.
Serial ports tangle in his tail
And the USB cable confuses
Him with the digital mouse attached -
Is is lunch? Or merely a snack?
That goes on and on and on?
It creeps and crouches, and
Doesn’t wait to disappear-
As I want to.

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