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Leopard

Her flaxen fur slinks around the muscle of her legs
And her black spots cover her like dark stars in the sky
She watches on as the last few emerald forest dregs
Are stripped away mindlessly and left strewn there to die.

Each day more trees are ripped from their deep elderly roots
Every hour past steals her home, her wilderness
As humanity still will not face their wrongs, their truths
They take her land like a fire in a furnace.

The men come with their ruthless, death filled guns
She runs but there is nowhere beyond the debris to hide
Their weapons fire and explode like deathly suns
And kill her, blood dripping through her gold and down her side.

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This poem is about an Amur leopard. Currently, there are only 90 left in the wild. Their decline in population is completely down to us, and it is completely up to us to save them. Because Amur leopards are so beautiful, their coats are well prized among illegal wildlife traders. Climate change is also causing their habitats to shrink and prey to decrease, and along with constant deforestation, they are finding it incredibly hard to survive. Amur leopards are crucial for keeping the right balance of species in their habitat, and it's critical that we stop their extinction.

It makes me incredibly sad to hear this so I wanted to just spread awareness of what's happening not just to Amur leopards but loads of other animals too.

Our ignorance kills them just as much as a poacher's gun.

Our ignorance kills them just as much as a poacher's gun

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