Leopards
 I’ am a young boy with a wild imagination.
I wonder if they would accept me as a friend.
I hear the soft but viscous purr come out of their pitch black mouth.
I see the black splotches on an orange body slithering through the tall grass.
I want a leopard of my own.
 I’ am a young boy with a wild imagination.
I pretend to run with a big pack of leopards.
I feel their large tough licks on my face.
I touch the tough fur upon their skin.
I worry that they will be killed by hunters.
I cry inside when they die.
 I’ am a young boy with a wild imagination.
I understand they can’t live with me.
I say it is wrong to kill them.
I dream that I will get to hold one in my arms.
I try to not think about them dyeing out.
I hope that they don’t die out
 



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