Sitting back I watch, the panther stares,
Hurt and broken, yet no one cares,
Bound an bruised, locked in a cage,
His anger fueled, and so his rage.
His beautiful coat, black as can be,
Grooming himself under the tree,
Teeth of white, eyes of gold,
He is a prisoner, bought and sold.
He longs for help, at least a friend,
But they turn their backs, time and again.
I see the pain, the fear in his eyes,
A broken soul, it tells no lies,
Back and fourth the panther paces,
Watching the crowd, and all the faces.
Every one stops, to look see,
The lonely panther, just like me
Author notes
Written while watching the panther exhibit at the zoo.
Re-read it, there are many deep meanings you may not get at first.
Written October 28th, 2003
A contest entry
- Slipping by someoneweknew.
300 points, ended April 17, 2004, 40 entries
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so sad..everyone wants to stop and see..but cannot touch ..cannot feel..its all fake..if u cant feel it..or can it be real? anyway this was an awesome poem
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very nice i really like it! alot and good luck with contest i entered to but it's not as good as this!! good luck again
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thanks glad you like it... Describes you too huh? Srry to hear that, i know the feeling... (a caged animal) i know the feeling all to well, not fun... Actualy im not sick of all ur comments. I enjoy reading them, (let's me know somone reads my junk hehe)
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Another excellent poem by you, It's sad....but in a way this poem describes me too.....I like it alot....but your probably getting sick of all these comments...lol...talk to ya later....laura
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