The Panther
There once was a panther
Who lived in a cave
Eating his prey
Was how he knew to behave
He'd sleep after that
For days one two and three
Waking up after that
Food his main priority
He lets out a breath
Smelling sweet as can be
And into his mouth
Animals perish quickly.
Copyright © Christine Bialczak | Year Posted 2020
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