The Panther

Nature gifts life to the deciduous forest

A pitch black night, no sound can be heard

Except for the sorrow cries of a bird

An elegant creature stalks the night

Can anyone put up a fight

Her crystal eyes shine the night sky

Even so she might show blight

Her graceful stride makes no sound, prey she has found

A deer lost in the hour of darkness, fate she has found

The cat prepares to end the deer here

But a sound in the distance she can hear

Leaves rustling in the distance

They must be persistent

A muzzle appears from the shadows

Will our friend be sent to the gallows

It appears our friend is dead

What could of been of her instead

She might choose to forgive

But her kind will not outlive