Ode To The Black Panther
Beneath the earth surface In a blank page of a tattered diary the history was scripted with blue ink buried with gravel to prevent kitty, puppy and Anabelle not to disperse it. Once upon a time In the blue moon there live a young black panther In midst of wolves and coyotes. Like a palm frond whirling wind keep twirling his feet as life becomes too hard in an ocean of shark He was bred to see the beauty of skylines While wondering where his ancestor goes whenever Mr Grim reaper rips off their darling souls. His mentation couldn't extinguish the flame Of the rhetorical question burning up his thinking ability he utilized short-time smiles to ease up his thought-filled mind. Day becomes night friend as dusk keep getting engaged with Dawn . He crawls out of his crusty shell to take the account of his forefathers myth His trepid treble voice growls like a wild dog and his peggy ...