White Panther

The white panther pads
Alight against the grey of winter
Stalking through the cemetery
Walking there alongside me

The white panther slinks between
Sight and sound
The kind of pleas that come from cats
behind and ‘fore the stony hats

The white panther follows me aways
In fright he flees from bellowing cars
And into an alley he stealthily slips
A few parting words upon his lips
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5 comments:

  1. annell4February 19, 2018 at 6:57 AM

    This piece seems mysterious in so many ways. Why are you walking through the cemetery? Yes, that is the path of the cat, "between sight and sound." It is good to have the company of the "familiar." He is with you always, you are not alone. The cat knows more than we, listen to his "few parting words."

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  2. Magical Mystical TeacherFebruary 19, 2018 at 7:36 AM

    I can't help but wonder what the panther's parting words were.

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  3. M. A. S.February 19, 2018 at 10:03 AM

    I imagine his parting words were something akin to "I'll be back." I like the very visual picture you create here.

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  4. hyperCRYPTICalFebruary 21, 2018 at 4:41 AM

    Clever - I wonder if you are to be knocked down, a casualty of those bellowing cars. And the panther knows this and utters his parting words.
    Anna :o]

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  5. Rosemary Nissen-WadeFebruary 21, 2018 at 6:13 AM

    Most intriguing.

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