In the mountains high and steep, Where the snow is thick and deep, A predator prowls with grace and might, A snow leopard, hidden from sight.

With fur as white as freshly fallen snow, And eyes that gleam with a fierce glow, This hunter stalks its prey with care, Silent as the winter air.

Its paws sink deep into the snow, As it moves with a fluid flow, Ears alert for any sound, As it searches for prey all around.

A herd of bharal, grazing on a slope, Is the target of this hunter’s hope, With a sudden burst of speed and skill, The snow leopard makes its kill.

The bharal falls with a muffled thud, As the snow leopard feeds on its blood, Its sharp teeth tearing through flesh and bone, In a savage dance all alone.

The snow leopard, a master of the hunt, A creature of beauty, grace, and blunt, A symbol of the wild and free, A predator that roams with glee.