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The Birth of a Black Leopard Foal
From High in the clouds, they look down on Earth,
Spring is the time for many a birth.
"This Horse is my favorite, Help me Good Chief," The Great Spirit asks,
"I need you to spot the Appaloosa I love."
And so the Nez Perce Chief gladly takes over the task,
to color each foal's pattern different, from high up above.
As He paints the blankets with all kinds and colors of spots,
big, small and some only dots.
The Chief misses his spotted beauties and it makes Him sad,
with memories of the plains where he roamed as a Lad.
So sometimes as the tears of Chief Joseph, wiped by his hand,
still fall toward the Earth.
The Great Spirit guides them through dark clouds,
and they land at a birth.
To a selected few, snow-white hides
they will fall.
To only the chosen ones
not to all.
They spot the pure white,
with tears of jet black.
Spots shaped like tear drops, bear paws,
or maybe an animal's track.
See the handprint of a Chief
that spots the white?
The completed painting-
Oh! What a sight!
Seen by the human eye,
brings a cry of joy,
A Black Leopard Foal!
the Brightest of the bright!
The Chief looks down,
a smile replaces the tears,
He has spotted a special one,
someone has waited for, for years.
A Black Leopard Foal!
The Great Spirit paints only a few foals with the Chief's grief,
these are the ones that can take away the Chief's grief,
And replace it with magic,
and make these foals stand true,
A Black Leopard Foal!
prized by Breeders like me and you.
Their births are wished for,
they seem not to be planned,
The Great Spirit gives them only,
From the Tears off Chief Joseph's Hand---
by Lois Williams © 1996
From High in the clouds, they look down on Earth,
Spring is the time for many a birth.
"This Horse is my favorite, Help me Good Chief," The Great Spirit asks,
"I need you to spot the Appaloosa I love."
And so the Nez Perce Chief gladly takes over the task,
to color each foal's pattern different, from high up above.
As He paints the blankets with all kinds and colors of spots,
big, small and some only dots.
The Chief misses his spotted beauties and it makes Him sad,
with memories of the plains where he roamed as a Lad.
So sometimes as the tears of Chief Joseph, wiped by his hand,
still fall toward the Earth.
The Great Spirit guides them through dark clouds,
and they land at a birth.
To a selected few, snow-white hides
they will fall.
To only the chosen ones
not to all.
They spot the pure white,
with tears of jet black.
Spots shaped like tear drops, bear paws,
or maybe an animal's track.
See the handprint of a Chief
that spots the white?
The completed painting-
Oh! What a sight!
Seen by the human eye,
brings a cry of joy,
A Black Leopard Foal!
the Brightest of the bright!
The Chief looks down,
a smile replaces the tears,
He has spotted a special one,
someone has waited for, for years.
A Black Leopard Foal!
The Great Spirit paints only a few foals with the Chief's grief,
these are the ones that can take away the Chief's grief,
And replace it with magic,
and make these foals stand true,
A Black Leopard Foal!
prized by Breeders like me and you.
Their births are wished for,
they seem not to be planned,
The Great Spirit gives them only,
From the Tears off Chief Joseph's Hand---
by Lois Williams © 1996