The Black Panther Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

The cat sat under the willow tree


And watched the river

And saw some birds flying

ANd wanted a kiss from her

And thought of that time

Of that time in the future when they meet

and the smooth tarmack begins

through the forest to our dreams dancing for eros

cuchoned, and reclining on clouds in paintings bu wateau

my spirit drift unquiet

Thinking about his taste for eden

licking apples

My spirit is errant and restless

The wood burns to glowing crimson embers

And the mother bird returns to the nest

the river meets the sea

The circle of life

the spermatozoa meet the egg

and dARWINIAN THEORIES ARE MORE CONVINCING

cONTEXTUALITY SAVES THE NEST

WE KISS

LOVE OVERCOMES HATE LIKE A CATARACT FALLING ON A FLIMSY LEAF

WHILST THE LAKES REFLECTION LAUGHS AT MY MINSTRELCY

bUT I SPOT THE DEW AND YOUR SPIRIT HAS FOUND REPOSE

A DINER WITH MICKY MOUSE