The Lightning --Award-Winning--
The leopard sleeps, for the time isn’t right,
to strike upon the small butterflies.
He sleeps among the sky fort,
so deadly, yet beautiful.
The leopard leaps down
from his leafy canopies,
Ready to pounce upon his prey;
the small
butterflies.
The sky explodes of colours,
the fiery flash of light,
explodes like fireworks,
in the night sky.
The growling and the screeching
awakes the sleeping thought,
of thunder by your window,
striking the
helpless butterflies.
Why does it have to be so violent?
It seems so lonely and beautiful.
The leopard swipes its paw one last time,
before the big sleep begins.
This poem won the award for the under 13's district for the Young Writer's Awards, 2014.
-Ariana Kulikov, 2014 - posted 2015
Copyright © Ariana Kulikov | Year Posted 2015
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