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The Day Snow Leopard Died

So sad

By Marie381Uk Published a day ago 1 min read
By George’s Girl 2026

The Day Snow Leopard Died

She lay in the drift,

breath gone quiet.

No blood,

no struggle,

just still.

Her eyes held the slope

as if it would speak.

It didn’t.

The cold was kind

in its own way.

Slow.

Certain.

She didn’t roar.

She didn’t run.

She waited.

Then she went.

No one came.

No one knew.

The mountain

kept the secret.

The day the snow leopard died.

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About the Creator

Marie381Uk

I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️

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  • Calvin Londonabout 14 hours ago

    Sad poem, but nicely done. That's the thing about animals, no fuss, they just go off someone and close their eyes until they don't breathe anymore.

  • Mark Graham9 months ago

    This is so sad to die alone, but alone no more.

  • Rohitha Lanka9 months ago

    Sad poem about a leopard that died, but you have fantastically given mourns.

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