Panther
Wakens a sleeping big cat
Whose coat boasts the best colors
For a panther to wear under cover,
At the nightly feasting he cleans
Claws and tail, no spots missed,
His snores thereafter unheard through mists
Of the nights spent in this cold cave
Wherein his sweet scent brings more critters
And now he bellows with delight,
As creatures enter a legendary domain
In the King of Panthers sight,
Little fight ensues, as enraptured they remain.
Copyright © Kathy Anderson | Year Posted 2020
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