The leopard wept
cuddling her cubs
curled up softly
like a cobra in a coma
under the glaring
sun... Empty desert
stretches red...
Nothing to notice
other than the
occassional tumbleweed
scuttling across her dry
sullen surface, not clockwork.
The sweep of dust clouds
clot, color and substance of
dead red sand, while fear
trembles, flickers and snickers
in a handful of dust...