Panther
Once the gentle panther was loved by all
save dragon, the Devil, who hid in fear.
Believed to be good it held all in thrall
likened to the life of Christ held so dear
for rising after three days’ rest to call,
roaring so loud and sweet none failed to hear.
But wild, they follow to a fatal maul
with a sleek panther of face so frightening,
hidden from prey then killed like lightning.
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