In the mountains high and steep, Where the snow is pure and deep, Lives a creature rare and wild, Graceful, fierce, and undefiled.

Its coat is soft as winter’s snow, Its eyes a piercing, golden glow, Its paws are padded, silent, sure, As it stalks its prey with cunning lure.

The snow leopard, king of the heights, Moves with stealth and nimble might, Scaling cliffs and rocky crags, In search of prey, it never flags.

Its habitat is harsh and cold, But the snow leopard is bold, Adapting to the rugged terrain, Where few other creatures remain.

Its beauty is a sight to see, A creature of pure majesty, A symbol of strength and grace, In a world that’s lost its place.

So let us cherish this rare beast, And strive to keep its habitat at peace, For the snow leopard is a treasure, A symbol of nature’s measure.