High in the sky, a snow leopard I spy.
With fur so white, under the moonlight it shines.
Feasting on cherry pie under the sky so high.
Once it is done, will it come? Will I be its next dine?
Will I be a sweet treat for the snow leopard to eat?
Caught in its gaze in the moon’s soft haze.
With a heart that skips a beat, my fate will I meet?
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