May the trail camera, perched
amid the Himalayan peaks,
capture only your haunches,
the ruddering twitch and sway
of your rosetted tail, as you
yellow the snow in a warding
spray of piss. May your kind
multiply and elude us,
accomplished in this game
of hide and seek, so thoroughly,
and for so long, that we leave off
our counting, abandon even
our calls of here we come.