The Panther
by Cathy Roberts
The panther slinks quietly through the jungle.
Suddenly, the sleek body stops,
Her nose picking up the scent.
There is a flickering fire behind her eyes
As she coils for the deadly spring.
With a chilling scream, she leaps into the air,
Landing upon her chosen victim.
Her sharp, pearly white teeth
Are stained red with the life
Of her prey as it slowly dies.