On the rocky mountain peak so high, A goat stood tall against the sky. With horns that curled and eyes so bright, He gazed upon the world with might.

But lurking in the shadows deep, A snow leopard watched him sleep. With stealth and grace, she crept up near, Her eyes ablaze with hunger and fear.

The goat awoke and saw her there, His heart raced fast with sudden scare. He leapt and bounded up the slope, Like a ship that sails on waves of hope.

The snow leopard gave chase with speed, Her paws like wings that helped her lead. But the goat was nimble, quick and strong, Like a bird that soars above the throng.

He dodged and weaved with every turn, His hooves like arrows that did burn. The snow leopard tried to catch her prey, But the goat was too fast, too far away.

And so she stopped, with heavy heart, Her dreams of food now torn apart. For though she was a hunter bold, The goat had won, and she was cold.

But still she watched him from afar, Her eyes like stars that shone like tar. For though she lost, she knew the truth, That the goat was brave, and full of youth.

And so she left, with head held low, Her spirit bruised, her heart aglow. For though she failed to catch her prey, She knew that life would find a way.