The following poem is a tribute to RC's journey from Survivor into potential Miss Survivor winner. Please vote for RC!!!
To Spot the Leopard Queen
Walk-about’s, Safari’s; places where others find themselves
And along my journey’s, of all the sites I have seen
Cannot rival…cannot contend with spotting the Leopard Queen.
So ravishing, my eyes could hardly comprehend
Her intricate beauty, no time I’d better spend
Because whenever I tried to look away
My eyes were sworn back, in true magnetic display.
Watching her in action, on water or on land
Is amusement for my soul, so I couldn’t understand…
Why she had been overlooked? And somewhat disregarded
By a merciless pack, before the game had even started.
Like a floral nocturne, incessant to bloom
She owns my attention, just like she owns the room.
Her eyes, like chestnuts of a plentiful harvest
Her soul a cornucopia, where dreams run wildest.
Her smile a rainbow, that’s so brightest in hue
With fortunes to correct a fallen horseshoe.
The Leopard Queen stands with such impervious leverage
Her résumé, hinting that she’s the total package.
All of the other leopards stare, with mouths hung open
This is the new reality, the finest mise-en-scène.
When the Leopard Queen, partook in a game
She had such high hopes, that she would remain
But the tides turned, they suddenly shifted
And before she could fight back, her part had been lifted.
But like a starlet, just finding her voice
The Leopard Queen demanded our attention; it was hardly a choice.
She ran through the jungle with such authority
She solved those three puzzles, adding to Tandang’s spree.
Diving into the water, like a true water warrior
Her exploits; examples of true Survivor lore.
Untying knots, calling the shots
Tandang was winning, but she was still lost
Within a divided family, full of dysfunction
With no clear tincture, no potion, no unction.
All the Leopard Queen wanted was a fair chance
All she was left with, was no invitation to the dance.
Once on the jury, she could finally sparkle.
The cameras couldn’t strafe; all eyes sought an eye full
The Leopard Queen had risen, like a zephyr in the horizon
She illuminated the councils, like the breath of a wyvern.
She would have her say, for this long overdue justice
With her pride intact, she would remain lustrous.
The jungle is home, to a wide host of creatures
But every now and then, one arrives with the most striking features.
The rest of the jungle comes to a great pause
Even the dormant lion, stands tall on it’s paws
To marvel at the one who causes the sun to cease
The one who forces the trees to bow at their knees
The one who causes the grasshoppers to swoon
The hyenas’ laugh, reverts to a heavenly croon.
Even the cherubs are stunted of their chatter
Their jargon the symmetry of words that flatter.
Amazingly, she can make Times Square so quiet
No more hustling and bustling, if just for a moment.
In a city so nice, it needed to be named twice,
Of the Big Apple, she earned the biggest slice.
Her presence alone, could unite a kingdom
A peaceful restoration, a contagious syndrome
A fashion icon, we are all left to follow
Her prints in the snow, isn’t too hard to swallow
In a pageant, her inclusion is a no-brainer
There is no one worthier, of the moniker: Miss Survivor.
For in the jungle, if the lion is considered king
Than in the city, the Leopard Queen gets crowned with a ring.
