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The Panther |
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Panther looms desire and dread, |
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Circles me with clutching claws, |
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Offers me a little head |
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Start to run, which gives me paws. |
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Cats confuse, refuse, and use us |
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Stand aloof, purr well, amuse us |
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Mine was just to watch this panther |
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Not to woo, date, or romance her. |
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Fleshing out the trinity, |
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For every season “turn” she sings. |
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Julie’s June who governs me |
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Is truth defied? Well, stranger things… |
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Cats confuse, refuse, and choose us |
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Stand aloof, purr well, abuse us |
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Acrobatics of a panther |
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Springs a lithe and mystic dancer. |
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Many in these lairs precede me |
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Downward spiral stairs below |
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Feminine or feline freed me? |
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It’s impossible to know. |
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Ask a question of a panther |
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In reply she’ll never answer. |
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She’ll confuse, refuse, enthuse us |
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Stands aloof, purrs well, eschews us. |
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Panther Panther skirt’s on fire |
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Passion jealousy desire |
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So admire the symmetry |
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That she who made the Lamb made thee. |