Leopard

Bobo, just a small pup, running around the tall grass
in the bliss of summer's sun
Playful hunting with his brothers and sisters
An ordinary day in the Africa’s heat
At the end of the day, Bobo would snuggle up -
with his mum where he felt safe.
knowing his mother would protect him from the danger
Sudden howls, roaring and panic surrounded him.
His instincts told him run to the safety of his mother
Bobo ran straight to the mouth of the killer
Pack of hyenas viciously attacked his family

He ran as fast as he could, as far as possible from danger
He didn't know where to run -
His leopard's sense led him to highest tree's point
To overlook where all his family is being attacked to death.
He was all alone in the wildness
only counting on himself could guarantee survival
in this cruel animal kingdom
One thing his mother taught him to be
to grow up to be a cunning killer as leopards are

As he looked on, nightmare was becoming reality
He had learn to survive in the wilderness
To train to take his vengeance on behalf of his dead family
He just sat and observe as reality daunted on him
Bobo sat deadly till dawn
chill took over his entire body but not from the cold
But from fear
From this day forward nothing will be the same
As Bobo walked across the field where, what was left -
of his family home now it was his family's grave
he smell the morning air and looked at the direction
of sun rising.
He either will survive to grow up as one of the top cats
or die fighting in the battle.

Reviews

[Storm K.]

Wonderful, descriptive piece here. I like it being in three stanzas, it makes the story really flow and it's easy to understand the thought processes behind it - I just hate the fact that Bobo's family got killed! But I think that's probably good, you've made the reader really feel for the character and care about what happens to them in a short space of time. One thing - a leopard baby is called a Cub rather than a Pup. Thanks for the great write! :)

[Jamie Cook]

stoooop nooooo damn! that poor kitty kat :( aww but that's the wilderness and life for ya mate i would tackle that kitty in a hug but im not risking getting ripped to shreds. that was great though :3

[lee von cleef]

choice, top cat, life is freedom to make the choice.

[Androglossia]

Competition has since been the driving force in the evolution of species. This is survival of the fittest. A truth larger than life. Great concept.

[Nick.B]

This is truly something else, love the imaginary and how you showed that connection between human-animal, we are no different than them...great job

[Jesse Jacques]

wow haven't read much like this but i liked it. very descriptive and different. good job

[KurKota]

Nice transference of an animal, survivalist mode to the human correlation. Nice job in the description of the details, for the format. Nice writing !

[patti]

thank you!

[quinfinn]

someone has been watching animal planet...or something similar. this is a real and gripping scenario which plays out almost daily in the animal kingdom, and you have written it very well, personifying a leopard cub named BoBo, and because of this ...touching the hearts of all who read this tale...very nicely done, patti...thank you for sharing

[patti]

well a true writter never turns down any wisdom that may come across. Animal kingdom is very brutal and harsh environment to live but living amonst human can be just as harsh and cruel place to be in. Thank you for reading

[Alina-Sofia]

:) good

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good story in the poem. Life in the wild can lead to unhappy ending. The jungle is hard and cold. Only the fearless can survive. I enjoyed the complete poem. A strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[patti]

Thank you. survival of the fitest and strongest and not every animal make it to the end but that why is so intrigueing about jungle life. As shows no mercy.