There is no use in taming the beast. It is her nature.
She wanders around, looking for scraps and crumbs
people leave behind them without notice.
With her sharp teeth and thick skin she can handle anything.
Proud and strong. A survivor of many winters.
Last one of her generation.
She is in hiding. She might never be found.
From time to time revealed but unseen.
Perhaps that is her biggest fear. Perhaps that is her relief.
She pops up only once in a while. Black and White.
Never ending pool of conflicts. Not everyone knows.
There is a vacant stare in her piercing eyes.
The wind carries her crystal tears.
Her heart is wrapped in snow.
Preserved for the day it might be of use to someone.
Meanwhile she moves between places,
existing in a space of her own making.
When human ties are undone, in a manner of speaking,
so does she, because not everyone knows.
How to deal with life the way she is and still wish for more.
If you stumble across her path one of these nights,
know she guards herself carefully but is harmless.
She is a snow leopard. Everyone knows.
Look away for a second and she will be gone.
With a flash of an eye she disappears. Tucking her heart.
I know. How quickly her surroundings turned to ice when it broke apart.
Orit Yeret is a writer, artist and teacher. Born and raised in Israel, she currently lives in the U.S. Her work recently appeared in The Borfski Press, Ink Pantry, Drunk Monkeys, Crack the Spine and Blue Lake Review and is forthcoming in Evening Street Review and Steam Ticket. View more of her work at: www.orityeret.com