Leopard jacket; cheetah maybe

She takes a drag as he runs in the snow

That indeed is her baby

Full of optimism he is; her lungs on death row

Just outside building 400, north country

Their simple relationship I find,

Diligently, she hits her baby

Not the playful, but the broken line

Smokey clouds, shielding the innocence

Jacky boy just stare into the bright!

She’ll continue to puff in all spite

This just might be, another ordinary night

But who knows, I may be wrong

Maybe she does love her boy after all

Yet if I stand corrected with the assumptions,

Oh jacky, the inconsideration will kill you by dawn.