a panther's hunt


Submitted by SURPRISINGPERSON on Tue, 04/03/2018 - 01:35

When darkness
Creeps o'er the land,
When the night
Robes the world in black.
That is when I
Come out to play.

Sliding through
The shadows black,
Padding through
A moonlit space,
Down a bank
To the river's edge.

Up in a tree,
I watch the shadows,
Just a darkness,
Crouched on a limb.

I hear a grunt.
A boar shuffles out
To drink. I drop,
And it is over.