Panther's preening precious pelts,
while hunters gather in their belts,
What odds on survival of one or the other?
Onyx reflections given by moonlight,
in princes palace for maidens delight,
Now sullied and tainted with blood!
Long, howling, bestial cries,
Split the quiet dawn asunder,
But Tis man who howls the longest
For his tragic fated blunder.
How dare he believe that nature's purse,
could give of him that which is cursed,
arrogance indeed to think like that,
whilst trying to outthink a pure black cat.
A contest entry
- I want poems about cats! by Meroza.
450 points, ended May 18, 2008, 22 entries
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