Sly Black Panther
You are my mind, body, and soul.
Sly, fast, cunning.
Yet you attack with such predatory grace,
with four paws faster than a racehorse.
Your soft, sleek black fur keep us warm
during cold times.
We awake in Spring to dance in the
deep blue see that awaits for our lives.
Why must you be a predator and I a mortal
girl of day and you of night?
Your predatory grace makes me feel scared
and ecstatic at the same time.
I know you feel the same but we know
you're still a different creature.
Sly Black Panther.