The Panther

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Stalking through the darkness

Looking for prey

The midnight panther

Is coming out to play

Jaws snapping

Claws lashing

This creature of the night

Has white fangs flashing

He runs swiftly

On silent paws

You better move quickly

To avoid the claws

The rabbit is doomed

As he tries to escape

Our friend, the panther

Begins to take shape

No longer just darkness

Surrounds his prey

The big, graceful panther

Stands in his way

That poor rabbit

is doomed to die

The circle of life

keeps going by

After the meal

His muzzle dripping with blood

the black panther

Runs through the mud

He heads to his den

To rest for a while

So he'll be ready

To run a mile

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