Panther

Panther

Green eyes staring into mine.

Like swords penetrating the skin.

As they cross the mountains, into the trees within.

See them run, see them hide,

As their green eyes are staring into mine.

They hunt, they bite, be cautious,

Don’t let them hear,

Otherwise, they might go near.

Panther.

Let them see all the reflections inside of me.

Be careful deer, they may see ghost-like reflections near.

What happens? You may ask.

What happens? They say

Do we let them live or disappear?

Panther.

Their green eyes staring into mine,

I will go hide,

Panther.