Snow Leopard by Midnight Butterfly aka Nara Malone Where out thou muse? It’s no wonder I have to ask. I buried you under busyness. Perhaps you’re behind the broken furnace there is no time to have repaired, or lurking between the boxes of promo items stacked by the door. Maybe you’re hiding in the suitcase, or burrowed into the nest of outfits stacked to pack. You could be sulking underneath the road map draped over the couch, or watching me from beneath the heap of manuscript pages that wait to be edited. You taunted me in my dreams last night, taking your favorite shape, a snow leopard’s body that blended…