Kristi Jo Leaders

Golden eyes gleam straight through the night
The moon cowers behind the clouds at your stare
Ferns tremble and the wind whispers in fright
As you pass them by, they dare to pray
The glossy sheen of your coat is brilliance
Melted from word to reality
A flash of your white teeth
Makes us conscious of our mortality
Perfection with a liquid grace
An ethereal air follows you
In your ever-leisurely pace
With a hint of godly adieu
Orange, the color of fire
That paints the sky without spur
And black, the color of death and the dead
Give name to your gossamer fur
A powerful and feared hunter, you are
With a pelt that’s rarely scarred
I watch you through the window
You’re the stray in my backyard