Black Panther
Stealthy, hidden within the shadows of night.
Camouflaged, out of mind, out of sight.
Stalking, awaiting for the chance to strike.
Pounce without warning, claw and bite.
Devour, and satisfy my appetite.
Survival of the fittest, in the jungle under the moonlight.
Howls, growls, and other sounds of the fight.
In the land that has bloody realities about life.
I am what I am, a beast of fright
Nose in the air, sniffing out hungers next sacrifice.
Copyright © Malcolm Burrell | Year Posted 2021
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