The white fur is the

snow of Asia's high mountains.

Feel the snowflake tickle your nose

snow, snow and snow.

The night whistles as the snow settles,

Sun runs down and the Moon arrives.

Hunting and hunting, searching for prey.

"It's hopeless," he says, it's almost day.

He stared at the bright glistening sunrise

and the birds chittering.

How will I eat?

There is no sheep. 

The night whistles as the snow settles,

Sun runs down and the Moon arrives. 

Snow Leopard.