The Prowling Panther
Lithe of limb, and
Keen of eye
In silhouette…
Against the sky
Then crouching low
He stalks his prey.
Feline and feral,
Savouring…
His quarry’s peril
In undergrowth
He bides his time.
By night and day,
Stealthily…..
In wait he lay
Ever watchful
Poised to pounce
Yet holding back,
Covertly…
And then attack!
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