Leopard, Leopard
What entitlement do we have to your life and existence?
Leopard, leopard, splendor made
In tangled jungles, claiming shade
What immortals, artists all,
Deftly balanced craft and crawl?
What the amber, what the jet?
In what mind’s eye was this jewel set?
On God’s eighth day, it must have been
Strolling emerald gardens green
Creativity all seeing, focused on
One perfect being
Cunning and courage, in grace to excel
Heaven blessed, yet praised in hell
Sleek fangs slip through blood’s last breath
Dance on raw edge of life and death
God revealed in Heaven’s jewel
Angels’ elation, Satan’s tool
Leopard, leopard splendor made
Your grove a fresh and fragrant glade
A perfect ruby’s fire flows
As radiance stirs, creation glows
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Leopard, leopard, 2015, For love of William Blake & Cats
