[One of my dad's old poems found in a steamer trunk... My favorite of the three.]
Stealthy-Moving
Ever watching-Ever weary
A coat of Gold-Black-Silver-Grey
Eyes Shining Moonlit Reflection
Burning yellow in the Silver Light
A whisper of Movement
Only a Movement or Sound
In the Misty Night
Eyes of yellow find the prey
Swiftly, quietly she moves
Unseen, Unheard
Mists part as paws flash like Flame
The prey has no chance
Then no life
Once again the panther's cubs
Will sleep with bellys full
As mother goes out in the mist
One more night.
[All credit goes to my Dad.]
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