Fur as dark as midnight’s sky,
Eyes as orange as summer’s first dawn.
With a calls that could break the deepest of sleeps,
And stride so strong and powerful.
The panther darts and dances and dives
Gliding along the damp forest floor
He cries with the might of a million years,
Alive in the buzz of the deep green maze.
He will sing his song of hope and glory,
And speak his words with tenderness and love.
Yet the panther is watched by the animal kingdom,
As they gaze at the creature with a fearful stare.