Shadow Guardians

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, Two leopards stand, their vigil gray. Eyes aglow, like embers bright, They watch, they wait, through endless night. Their fur, a cloak of darkness worn, Blends with the trees, their forms reborn. In monochrome, their beauty shines, A testament to nature's design. Their whiskers twitch, their ears perk high, As they survey their dominion, with a gentle sigh. Their presence is a whispered promise kept, A guardian's watch, where secrets slept. In their stillness, power resides, A symbol of the wild, where freedom abides. Their eyes, like lanterns in the dark, Illuminate the path, a gentle spark. In their majesty, we find our own, A reflection of the wild, forever sown.