Panthers Poem by Cathryn Martin

Panthers



Prowling through the forest at night,
Always giving the neighbours a fright,
Never ventring into the city,
The 'nature lovers' think him pretty,
Hair as black as night can be,
Ever prowling gracefully,
Roaring on the mountain tops,
Seen by nobody, off he hops.

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Cathryn Martin

Cathryn Martin

Cheltenham, England
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