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.