The Panther
11 July, 2000
LJA
Within the confine of this cage
He paces
tensed muscles ripple straining
against the limits of this existence
He turns toward the night
His face molded
�in a snarl of rage he cries his anger
to the silent voices hidden
behind the bright glare illuminating
cage and creature of the night
a shadow lost
to the world he knows
the night
the haunting rustle
of leaves
brushing against silky fur
as on padded paw
He slinks supplely by
hidden
guarded
by night and forest home
free to prowl
to make His way within His world
of darkness
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