A stream in the highest valley,
a glacier of the Himalayas,
frozen yet still running
thanks to a conscientious spring.
Prints in the snow betray
the path of a snow leopard
prowling along the valley
towards an intended victim.
A markhor buck drinks at the stream,
a lord of mountain goats,
coiled corkscrew snake horns
and a man fit for a horse.
A pale ghost, the spotted shade,
slinks along the rocks,
and surprises the thirsty goat,
chasing it headlong up a ridge
till claws and teeth seize it
just as it leaps from a ledge.
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