In the mountains high and steep, Where the snow falls soft and deep, A creature roams with grace and might, Its fur a blend of black and white.

With eyes that gleam like precious stones, It wanders through the icy zones, Its paws treading lightly on the ground, As it searches for prey without a sound.

The wind whispers secrets in its ear, As it moves with a regal air, A ghostly presence in the snow, A creature few will ever know.

But though it’s rare and hard to find, The snow leopard leaves a mark behind, A symbol of the wild and free, A creature of beauty and mystery.